I am joyful in my sadness.
I am oh so optimistic,
While I hold my half empty glass.
I see butterflies dancing in the yard,
While those in my stomach will not quit.
I appreciate the beauty
Of the spiders web,
While the one in my head
Weaves dangerous thoughts.
I see, beyond the smudge on my glasses
a brand new day
Of endless possibilities.
I open the flower that is my heart,
Just as another passes it’s bloom,
And the petals begin to fall.