you should appreciate your little victories
i do

for example today,
i conquered my telephone-phobia

if only you could see
my hands
valiantly reaching
to
call
off
that
dentist
appointment

A place where tears turn to gold,
days are aging but never grow old
Always a bright morning awaits
No lonely nights - my fear abates

Let pixie dust fly you on high
Paint all that glitters in blue sky
Let it sparkle like a starry night
Drying your tears by and by

Wash away your pain in streams
go with the flow indulge your dreams
No need to hide the way you feel
Here in Wonderland, everything's surreal.

I've always found fast floods to be rather grand.
See how quickly they wash away the land.
I would never hide my heart there;
     I fear it would be swept away.
     I don't trust the rising waters today.

Though I'm impressed with how it takes over lives.
I stand just below the gloried sunrise
and watch the floodwaters slide.
     Moving quickly, yet looking sluggish.
     With an effect that's rather druggish.

The heart beats wildly at this concerning commotion
and it's a deceptively strong emotion.
Or so I've heard it said.
     I've watched many floods approach myself
     and I've left for higher ground each time for help.

There is a bridge - I think - it won't last long,
as it is no longer rooted; no longer strong.
It quakes, like I, as the waters approach.
     It will get swept away without its support.
     I feel I have nothing left to report.