Ill Be Fine - Poem by Corrari Wabbit
I sit alone, and think on my own, about issues and life around me.
They run from grey, blue, black and red, and all have one thing in common, that only I can see.
I have a control, a presence, a being; I make relevance real for me, choose ultimately what I am believing.
I pick the paper up, I can put it down.
I turn the radio on, I can turn it off.
I watch tv, a movie or a play.These all afect me in more than one way.
My minds wholesome morning meal should be one of revival, light and a means to heal.
I will not bare the wrath of the world, it is not all mine,
but i will pick those things that will reasure me that..
...Ill be fine.
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