Life
By Kathy Armijo 

There are days when I sigh
And wonder,
Is life as it seems?

Seems I could just curl up and die.
Seems I could be a butterfly.
Seems I could win the lottery.
Seems I could make wonderful pottery.

Then, I pick myself up
And dust myself off.
Enough of this preposterous thinking.
Time to get on with living.

Life is as it seems,
Good and bad –
Wonderful and sad.
I choose how my life seems.

Perhaps, I need to re-evaluate my thinking,
I can begin dreaming, pursuing and fulfilling.
My life is not flawed.
My life is an example of a loving God.

Just when I think I’ve figured it out,
I get frustrated and just want to scream and shout.
Is life as it seems?
It this a nightmare or a dream?

Life sometimes seems overbearing.
Could it be that in my own pity-pot
I am sinking and stinking?
Sometimes it’s the sadness to which I am clinging.

Life often seems like a fairytale,
With a happily ever after ending.
Does it matter if I put my own twist on it,
While others see it differently?

Who knows?  Who cares?  Wowie, so what!
Life is what I deem it to be,
Silly, happy me!