Constructive

I wish I had a secret to share
That would make life worth living
But I don’t

A way to disregard despair,
Like telling you to be more forgiving
But I won’t

If only I could somehow make
The fleeting seconds last forever
But they’re scant

Or soothe the all-consuming ache
Of doubting each endeavor
But I can’t

Imagine if a billion hearts
Convulsed with pure compassion
But they’re still

Whatever drive belief imparts
Your life is yours to fashion
And you will.