sanguine

the weight of tragedy
daily arrives
by fright load
by freight load
some days
we wake to weep
from morn to sleep
some days
we close our eyes
afraid to rise
some days
we wonder why
we'd even try
but still abides
our sanguine side
that sees the point
the morning lark to sing
with changes yet to bring
as alarm bell rings
and bids us up
to cheerful fight
encroaching dark
with inner light