Some people say to be blessed,
means there’s no room to be stressed.
In a way what they say is true,
but for what I am about to say is something that is way overdue.
I have a tattoo on my left wrist,
it was top on my list.
It was not too much pain,
just another one to gain.
Forever inked it says blessed.
I must confess:
I’m not always happy,
I can get pretty sappy.
When I’m sad, I cry and complain.
I try to stay sane,
but, its hard at times.
I’ll cross some lines,
lines, that I feel like I can’t cross back over.
I need to think sober.
I take the time and stop.
I go to the hill and walk to the top.
I take a deep breath,
I don’t need wealth for this site.
I take the time and look at the beauty in front of me.
The faces I’m blessed for the most I can see.
I become sane again.
I will confess,
I am truly blessed.