Of personal disillusionment
Things that erode away,
bit by bit what should have
Pain of mind, of spirit of body,
that marks the passage of time,
of life lived with good times and bad,
Pain, that would have faded by now
If only I had let it.
Why do I keep it close by
the list that hinders my sight?
Why do I not instead favor
what comforts and illumines me?
Why instead of grousing, complaining
bitching and moaning
am I not content, at peace
seeing all around
the beauty that surrounds me?
to trade grumbling for thanksgiving
Its hard to refocus on the good I have
instead of fixating on the bad
Who will it hurt to polar shift my mind?
Who will it hurt if I don’t?
Maybe I’ll one day master
gratitude as a focus
thankful for what life has gifted me,
each thing that’s made it richer
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