I know I’m not supposed to smile
With all that is going on.
I know I don’t have a right to laugh
While my living looks dead.
I know I shouldn’t be this excited,
Over the countdown to the end.
I know trauma accosts me at every mile
But that is shorter than the triumph
That will blow my way.
The fails may cement the wails
And make the joy too coy to show itself;
Be it though the pains outweigh the gains
I will not faint lest my mind wanes.
I know I shouldn’t celebrate
Another year riddled with seeming agony.
But my heart is filled glee
And nothing will make this flee.