j o y

Blank pages and a racing mind

consume my content through 

lying reasons. 

But it (it being the shaking feeling

inside of losing the fight to a smile

and a shriek) can arise from anything.

From the horrible feeling of exhausted eyes and 

impatient focus. 

From the undeserved compliment from

the unexpected. 

The shivering cold or the sweltering heat. 

The self-doubt and the inspired. 

Happiness doesn’t stem from the obvious,

it’s revealed through the rare, expensive 

lens of unaltered appreciation. 

Every moment, every breath, and the 

holy crap is a gift to accept and love. 

The ugly, the mirror, the reality is means 

for joy. 

I am alive, I am flawed, and I am grateful.