Looking behind,
into my past.
The emotions.
The tears.
The poems.
I dwelled on what I felt,
and possibly did not.
I wrote of deep sadness,
and the agony of a fragile heart.
I was lacking something.

That something,
was joy.
Yes,
I have always been a gentle soul.
Never much anger,
only a small pinch of frustration.
But you see,
it had never meant much
because I dwelled on that sadness.
We become so caught up in these
small insignificant set backs..
that we forget the joy,
that is life.

I have all the typical needs in life.
Food.
Water.
Shelter, a family, friends,
and most importantly Jesus in my heart.
I have more than I could want.
Sometimes,
I become obssesed in the items,
the price, and glamour.

As I sit hear,
coffee in my hand,
I have come to a realization.
I have everything I could need and want.
I lacked appreciation.
Each day,
I hope to continue forward and count my wonderful blessings.