I find it funny (a poem)

I find it funny,
 not in a humorous way,
 that I have hope.
 That I can still have hope.

…I just keep holding on.

Despite the hardship,
 despite the fear,
 I’m grasping tightly
 ‘cause this is my year.

…Yes, this is my year.

I find it strange,
 in a significant way,
 that I can cry
 for everybody but me.

…for everyone but me.

In spite of the bruises,
 on my body and soul,
 I cling to this truth;
 that life is worth living.

…my life is worth living.

I find it difficult,
 sometimes it’s quite hard,
 to fully separate self
 from what was made.

…Am I the sum of what you gave?

No matter where it leads,
 accepting what’s behind,
 I choose my happiness.
 Without you here,

…I’m becoming me.

I find it funny,
 not in a humorous way.

~ elr