Why is it?

Dark and dreary Dismal and depressing Why is it? Why does it always seem to be? Personal growth coming from trauma Great works ripping at our darkest emotions Where is the sun? The stars? The rainbows? This cannot be - how it was meant? how it was intended? So a promise I do make An oath I do swear to myself … to the beauty I see each day everywhere I go To impart … If only a little bit of that love To pass on … Just a touch of that peace To give back … A tiny fraction of that beauty In my thoughts In my deeds In my words