Troubles!

Troubles! Depression embarks at early morn. Its goal is to demise and undertake the forlorn. It stealthily sneaks past happy hearts. And drags them to the ground. Troubles of life on the wings are borne They fly into the skies; never ever do they warn Their heaviness weakens laden parts. And brings one crashing down. Memories rumble around at times. And focus on un-pleasantries of the fiercest kind. They quickly demolish drifting wits. Where hopelessness is found. If your dwell on another’s problems, They’ll inhabit your mind like some evil goblin. Soon they take over your last sane bits. Suddenly, you’re unwound. STOP! DON’T JUMP! LOOK ABOUT AND THINK. Happiness can uplift the forlorn. STOP; partake of God’s beautiful morn. He tenderly heals unhappy hearts. Easier said than done? Beautiful thoughts are heavenly gifts. DON’T JUMP; find joyful dreams, which uplift. Read the scriptures or learn a new song. Be proactive, dear one. Search your heart; think of more pleasant days. LOOK ABOUT and see wonderful ways. Take good action; go plant a young tree. Life’s beauty you will see. Live, live, and live a little more. THINK. Demise could bring troubles galore. Stand tall. Be proud. You’re a child of God. So live your life with zest. You can do it! © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written around or before Summer 2006 Poetic form: Rhymes