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Nov 2017
So,
I can't sleep
I think of the terrors
Mass murders
Suffering & Greed
I don't understand it.
I feel helpless, hopeless
I see no point to it.
I don't understand
So this is depression
Or
Is this the world
The world now
The world a whirl
of Suffering & Greed
I see the fat cats raking it in
&
I see flesh pulled tight over bones
The bears no longer dancing
but standing in locked cages
Begging for food
I have nightmares like this
And I pray
But what does praying do?
I listen.
I hear.
'Focus on the Little Things.'
Hold on. Hold still
Focus on your bed
your body
your immediate surroundings
Take care
make your bed
Rest your head
Wash
Breathe
Eat well
Move
Breathe
Breathe
Focus on the little things
Stay focused
Right here
Right now
Right in front
No past nor future
No countries or cities away
Look
There are things to help
Things to fix
Right in front
Make your bed
Rest your head
Focus on the little things
And don't forget to breathe.
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Lesley  Worldwide
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