What You Focus On

Pain is al consuming in its terribility
Easy to dredge up, access, and hone
Easy to forget that other things exist
But take the small
The simple
The serendipitous
And shine them 'til they catch the eye
Of you and everyone they cross
Take the bright beauty of a moon full and a contented sigh and hang them with pride
Let your conversation piece be the glint of first sun over water or the sudden laughter of a stranger
Sharpen the sword of joy and cut away the jagged and the jaded
So we are cut by the grief of life, we cut back