Relative to where one sits.

Await the post with palpitations
Life’s overflowing aggravations
Envelopes with window panes
Blood pressure rising in your veins.

Little things, some may think
Others push beyond the brink
How swiftly joy to sorrow flits
Relative to where one sits.

Breathe once more-a short reprieve
A worried brow upon a sleeve
Overdrawn a statement reads
Not knowing where the future leads.

Somewhere around a corner lies
Future bright before your eyes
Be mindful of your anxiety
There’s beauty in this world to see.

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