Poem: Exceptionally Joyful Life

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Drowning in the excuses within my unfulfilled life,

I sabotaged myself with every ridiculous thought in my mind.

Frustrated to my core, excuses kept flooding in,

Frozen in motionless stupor,

Tears streamed down my disappointed cheeks.

But no one could save me, 

Only myself to rise to the surface and breathe.

Though I kept stumbling and falling down,

I learnt I had to leave limiting beliefs behind,

I couldn't move forward with the baggage on my back.


I desperately felt I was meant to shine

But comparison kept showing up,

Stubborn cog in the machinery of my 

Obsolete lack-mentality mind;

But I never gave up embracing gratitude 

And choosing to see the abundance

Around and within the universe of my unique heart.

I knew there was nothing but love and blessings

Showering me day and night,

Even when I blindfoldedly couldn't see 

And chose to drown in both pathetic lies

And unfulfilled promises.

But

I was willing enough

And eagerly decided to face the truth

of my human life: I'd always been more than enough

And, though I battled demons I'd befriended 

past oens of light,

I could still choose to every day see 

The light that had never dimmed within my heart;

The ripple effects of a grateful heart

Would forever remind me what a blessing it was to be alive.

To move forward with a grateful heart

Was a sure guarantee that I'd live an 

Exceptionally joyful life. 



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