Two Ways

I had been drifting into a funk for weeks, but one morning, upon waking up, I spontaneously decided to switch to a positive mode of being.

The buzzing, black alarm clock,

with its dream-destroying red eyes,

asserts that I must wake up now,

and out of my warm bed, rise.  

I sit up, bitter and resentful,

but as my bare feet hit the floor,

I decide that today will not be

like the day I lived before.  

I know that there are two ways

in which I confront the world.

Life's weights are dragged as burdens,

or for greater strength, they're curled.  

I can choose to strengthen

every single thing I love,

and I can do it any moment

by just lifting from above.

I've been strong before,

and I think I can recall,

That back when I was happier

I didn't drag at all.