I used to see the world
through jaded eyes;
my life comprised
of fear and scarcity.

I soaked up all the pain
I could retain
til nought was clear to me.

I died inside and every day,
I’d rise again to meet dismay,
but somewhere on the road
everything changed.
Now I’m walking merrily.

It is the people I have found
who show me life can be profound,
and I know now that all around me
there is poetry.

Found 'it' lacking by...

tourney of ellipses
journey-out abysses
squabbling over fitness
pending certain suspicions
errands thought religious
brands' overtly pillage
nightingale's bedtime mistress
all-consuming coexistence
life's antagonizing persistence
turbulent interrupting instance
contention eddying malicious
consuming measures delicious
subsistence adorning dishes
labor's fruitful wishes.