Starburst

When things seem like they’re at their worst

And you feel like your heart may burst,

Take a moment to reflect

On how your senses are suspect.

The things you know, or think, are real

Are mostly ghosts of how you feel.

The things you think are really bad

Because they make you feel so sad

Are thoughts of how things ought to be,

Which interfere with what you see.

Your moods, your mind, the clouds, the sky,

Become as perceived through your eye.

The though that you just might be wrong, 

About everything, all along,

Can give you pause and create space,

To re-perceive the funk you face.

When your perception gets it right,

A new day bursts from darkest night.

Then you’ll know things at their worst,

Were truly perfect from the first.

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