Renaissance

There are some situations that are wearing
No matter what good otherwise goes on,
Those moments when you feel an inner tearing
That leaves you frayed, despondent, frail, and wan
Despite the positives that you recite
In endless litanies of "but remember..."
To get you through the dark part of the night
When happiness is a forgotten ember
Lost under the ash of burnt-out day,
And all that's left is that disquietude
Which leaves you feeling purposeless and gray;
The sort of time when all you do is brood.
But sometimes in those situations you
Find someone who can make things good as new.