The Miracle of Being Cheerful

Years of nausea
Anxiety
Affliction
Heart being battered
Hourly taking up your cross
And carrying it
Night after day
Day after night

And when I’ve seen you
Always that smile
Always that glow
Always that effervescence
Always that mirth
All the while being intimately familiar with agony
Your embodied miracle:
Not being bitter

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