Engulfed existence

 

I shall not succumb

To the sinister dark souls,

I shall emulate the others,

The perky and vivaciously do.

 

Lacerating my core, and

Prodding my upbeat essence,

Is Life, but shall not win,

My psyche will ensure.

 

Ripe, I feel, each day

For the merciless picking,

In dignity, I plod on,

Through the swamp of being.

Perceptible Gratitude

 

Her eyes open wide,

At the thought of school,

She dresses quick

Waking up at crack of dawn.

 

Her brain is wired tight,

A watertight compartment,

Of thoughts and actions,

Are a sever disconnect.

 

Her parents wait in calm

Anticipation of that joy,

In wishful thinking,

They seem to survive each day.