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.