The state of emergence upon the whole world,

The impending sense of disaster on it's way,

Any sign of peace has now been obscured

And it takes all the energy to make it through the day.

There is way too much negativity to ignore,

The scent of positivity became scarce.

Everything from online haters to the idea of war

Leave us wishing instead for our worst nightmares.

The skies at least, have to be pure, right? In turn,

They've left us searching for the moon buried in smoke.

With the constant mood being fight or flight,

It's easy to just give up and start to choke.

As it becomes a bit harder to breathe,

Take a step back and see what you're doing.

Instead of finding things to hate and loathe,

Maybe it'd be better to do some self reviewing.

When you learn to find joy rather than sorrow,

Every small win would feel like a victory.

Loving the today before fearing the tomorrow,

Will ensure that the past remains only as history.

Right from the funny cloud up there

To the leaves that fly without wings,

Put a pause on dwelling on the unfair,

And start focusing on the joyful little things.

- Izzie