Some folks are good at worrying –
have become quite proficient
at imagining the very worst.


Then there are those quite indifferent
to the possibilities of darkness
and are not easily frightened.


I guess that I am inbetween.


I now and then flirt with worrying
and do a number on my psyche.


I’m not sure who rescues me
from imaginiing the very worst.


I only know that I’ve been saved
from dwelling long on what is terrible


I feel it’s quite beyond my power
to become the optimist.


And yet I know it happens –
that my mind’s considerations
go from bleakness
to seeing sunshine in the rain.

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