I cannot even accept,
What I cannot change,
Why am I constantly living,
In a world out of range?
There comes a point
When you ask yourself,
'Is Life just a bad dream,
Where everything seems,
To be totally deranged? '
Or is it my focus that's wrong,
Going thru life creating my own personal storm.
ah your brilliance shines forth with that questioning I think the answer is there
Wisely depicted in a psychological ground. Intensive poem.Thanks for sharing.
I agree with your note. Focusing on only the good doesn't make the bad disappear, but it does reveal that there is a lot of good and that is psychologically healthy to know. : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I often have the same questions. Using words as your own method of therapy is how I get by too!