I slipped into psychosis
only to be terrified into the light.
A shivering, dribbling wreck,
(Blinded by the inner Sun)
quivering in my boots.
(I am grateful I have boots to quiver in, aren't you?
Because what if I had no boots
and no home to call mine.
I would be shivering for different reasons
none of them pleasant.
What would I eat?
How would I wash?
Where would I pee?
What if I had to worry about such things?)
Flip the coin of lack
and I find my head...nodding now
Look at what I do have.
I am grateful for the abundance in my life.
Family. Friends. Food.
I know how to value now.
(Took me a spell in hell to tell).
Thankyou for scaring me out of my wits
and into my bliss, Lord.
(Why, it was here all along!)