When I feel downtrodden, deflated – fast losing hope
I give myself the space and time to decry and mope.
Wallowing there awhile, just long enough
I remind myself I am made of tough stuff.
Though the world around me may feel ‘a swirl’
I remain, as always, the center of my personal twirl.
By calling to mind to appreciate a loved one dear
You can move your mood, the air to clear.
Take the time – to your wounds, apply this salve
In this season of Thanksgiving, for all we have.
For those you love live deep in your heart
Headlining your blessings, right from the start.
Given the will to get through life’s twists and turns
Feel your power to make lemonade in huge urns.
Call forth your inborn directive to stand tall
For you are designed to self-heal above all.
To rise above troubles may be your aim
By giving thanks first, you keep yourself sane.
Counting blessings is no fairy tale remedy
But keeps you in your heart – try it and see.
Focus on thanks, down to your tiniest blessing;
I hope you enjoyed this little life lesson.
NOV