Abundance

The thing that we're missing,
at least as I see it:
abundance!

We're hard-pressed for freebies
between you and me,
short on thank you's and smiles
and the measures of happiness
meant to be shared
by companions in crime.

In the negative, God,
how you operate, red
in the deficit, tight
on the budget, your passions
all spent. Still, I ask
and implore -- how I wish
you'd give more.

I'm so tired of hiding
my face in the shade
of your silence, my shame
not enough in your eyes,
though I buttress the blame,
taking blow after blow
in the wake of your name.

But hold up! It's a mirror...
In you, I see me!

I let go. I release.
I exhale and I cease,
having found an abundance
of traits I desire no less
than the death
I die daily with you,
so I pause...

I hold up!

I stand strong and I vow
that I'll give to the people --
the ones that I know
and the ones that I don't!

I'll give freely in moments
I won't even count. I'll be
giving away, giving smiles,
laughing tears, shedding
crusty old feelings too heavy
to bear.

I'll wear joy on my sleeves,
throwing giggles, guffaws,
shaking jiggles from jaws,
sharing greetings and praises,
acknowledging powers
I hold within me.

So abundantly clear,
I can so clearly see
that abundance is rooted in me!