Hold your breath.
Count to Ten.
When you've done it.
Take it all in.
There is more to this.
More to your world and my own.
There is a beautiful sky.
Even though the clouds hang low.
With every death there is life.
With every sadness there is joy.
Just take a breath.
Feel everything around you.
Its purpose, your purpose.
Everything has a sliver of goodness.
A taste of what better days will bring.
Close your eyes, count to ten, time to get up, your day begins.
D. L. Smith 11/15/2016
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Hold your breath.
Count to Ten.
When you've done it.
Take it all in.
There is more to this.
More to your world and my own.
There is a beautiful sky.
Even though the clouds hang low.
With every death there is life.
With every sadness there is joy.
Just take a breath.
Feel everything around you.
Its purpose, your purpose.
Everything has a sliver of goodness.
A taste of what better days will bring.
Close your eyes, count to ten, time to get up, your day begins.
D. L. Smith 11/15/2016
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