The Mourning

I mourn for the childless.
I mourn for the parent-less infants.
I mourn for the ones who can't see a marmalade sunset.
I mourn for the ones who can't hear the sound of laughter, or a musical composition.
I mourn for the women who feel inferior to their male partners.
I mourn for the men who overshadow their hearts with their egos.
I rejoice in those who make bold choices and never back down.
I rejoice in someone who can admit fault and laugh at themselves and cry for themselves.
I rejoice in knowing I have loved and been loved in return.
I rejoice in knowing I learned how to trust others.
I rejoice in having hope for better days and believing in someone other than myself.
I rejoice in living long enough to travel to different countries and experience something new almost every day.
But I morn that I haven't let go yet.
I mourn that I have anger cemented around my heart.
I morn for how hard I have made it to let people love me and surround myself around those who are deserving of it.
I morn for the me 10 years from now that may still be stuck in the same spot.

Guide me, I am yours.