Blessed To Comprehend A Life Complexed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Perhaps it is the maturing,
That takes hold.
A realization that a next phase nears.
I have no lapses in time...
To fill or fear I could have had something now
I wish was mine.
More time to express my thankfulness,
That is all I now endear.

To say I feel complete,
With a wholesomeness that is sweet.
Would not be delusional.
There were odds placed against me...
That had me seeking my own defeat!

Perhaps it is the enduring,
Of picking myself up...
From gutters I caressed.
Doing my best to pretend,
I was not duressed
With a stress I can now confess,
That tested.

To spend a life in public view,
To preview my sentiments with criticisms...
Is not what I would recommend.
Being 'all that' when 'that' is not felt...
Can deepen a regret that does not end.
That can easily detach,
A mind that never comes back!

I am blessed to comprehend a life complexed.
Choosing to overview my struggles,
With a happiness.
And being able to say this,
With words that come to share with some.
Is a freeing experience,
A therapist could not to me bring!
Just to say I am grateful each day...
Delivers such a joyous, wondrous happening!