Content

Content

It used to be a struggle
There was little to do, little to be done,
To the point where it wasn’t worth
The trouble.

I’d sit and ask myself if it really mattered
Would it be worth it if I sat back,
Pretended to involve myself in
The two worlds that battered me.

I suppose I should say
Things have improved since then:
In the nights where sights shifted out of place,
Night became day.

What used to be an empty street
Suddenly turned into a vortex
Possibility-filled; a place
More willing to greet.

And I remember what it was that changed;
What it was that made the change
What made changing easier
What overcame the mundane pain.

Is there a day where I don’t remind myself?
The possibility that I could forget?
Could I live with myself, should it happen?
And if it does, could I remember?

Flatter me, my emotions.

Peace of mind comes not with a price to pay
For me; life has removed the price and strife,
Replaced with something more precious,
Something definite, something stronger in will,

‘Unforgettable’ echoes,
‘Acuity’ shines,
The hope that I should never lose
Burns, deep inside.

Imagine, for a moment, my emotion
That it used to be a struggle; not worth the trouble
Now remind, my emotion
That it isn’t cold in this place, anymore.

That is something I may owe
For a lifetime.

Such a loss
I am content with
And
Always will be.