At melancholy's edge I almost slip
and tumble into deep, depressing gray.
It seems I'm being pushed towards the tip
where I will never see the light of day.
With clenching hands I struggle to survive
while lurking near a cavernous abyss,
and to its rim I finally arrive
while wiping tears, or is it veils of mist?
But, there is hope for me, I will believe;
by counting blessings ~ naming one by one.
Acknowledging the good things I receive
will warm my heart by basking in the sun.
Remembering this truth will be a start ~
true peace is found within a grateful heart.
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