My face does
Not read like
Some life-or-death
Situation, yet I
Think only of both

Can you tell
That every statement
I produce, I collect
Under “Reasons to
Stay Alive”?

Do you realize
The sheer volume
Of beauty I must
Consume to fuel
A happy thought?

When a person
Tells me to stay
Positive, I wish
I had never tried
Before, but –

It is like
Running against
A hurricane to
Make it spin
The other way

It is like
Drawing nothing
From an empty well
and having a good
attitude about it

My face does
Not read like
Some coin-flip
Situation, but I
Am in the air