Throw yourself that pity party.
Have yourself a shitty day.
Throw yourself a little tantrum.
Scream of gloom to whom you may.
Then pick yourself
from off the ground.
Dust yourself from off the dirt.
Step yourself from off this moment.
Push yourself from off this hurt.
Hope is hope, but I swear it isn't
some cute facade of which we sing.
Hope is ugly in all its beauty.
Hope, indeed, is everything.
So take your day,
and take your moment...
Feel whatever you may feel.
Throw yourself that pity party,
then proceed from there with all your will.
Inspired by Footless Jo: https://youtube.com/shorts/73buI9hKTs4