Blessed

After all is said and done at the end of each day a tiredness pulls the curtain closed.

No more conscious thoughts, no more one-on-ones, my inner voice grows silent.

A deep slumber gives my spirit a rest, drifting through my mind’s detritus, sweeping it away.

After hours of peace and resolution, a feeling of refreshment can revitalize my soul.

I start with a new day and a new mind-set.

New problems will arise since this is what life entails.

Yet, I still feel blessed to be given a new chance each and every day to make a difference in someone else’s life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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