Rescues Me

in forty-eight years
beheld, these eyes
joy, grief, love, angst, melancholy
of widest shades
in exhaustive measures

external are triggers of
delight, woe, adoration
yet I know within me stems
worry, depression
subjugating friendless isolation
vexing my most patient friends, family

how very bleak it seems
a child’s smile
a stranger helping an elder
a kind, selfish action or word
washes away all manner
of internal strife

allowing joy to unearth me

© 2012 by DC Lessoway

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