the times I delve deep
which I rarely, anymore, do
when I accept the world as it starkly is
     as opposed to the filtered falseness
I realize I am in a decent place
perfection is a sort of myth
those who say they are in a grandiose spot
well, perhaps they stretch the truth or are what’s labeled as lucky
I’m fortunate though which is most likely a better scenario
I see a tiny bit of light even in January
and celebrate today, because haha, it’s June!
brightness abounds
flowers bloom, fade then others appear
sure, there’s lack, but acceptance introduces joy