It’s an instant cure
Whenever life presentsWhispers of discontent
Following active fantasies
That are at the tip of reality
Is an instant cure of anxiety
If only for a brief relief from sobriety
Maybe its a trip that was dreamt
Maybe it’s a vehicle that is excellent
Maybe it’s a well written paragraph
Maybe it’s a poetic epitaph
Maybe it’s a shared meal with a dream
Maybe it’s an organic relationship gleaned
From an abstract casual event
That brings a life saving ascent
Maybe it’s an achievement obtained
Maybe it’s a Michelin restaurant entre
Maybe it’s an artists painted power
Maybe it’s Van Gogh’s Sunflowers
Observed in a visual array
That is art in how it’s portrayed
Maybe it’s holding hands and emotions
Maybe it’s a greeting of joy and oceans
With wishes that are flowing
With skyward azure soaring
Maybe it’s tending to bedded flowers
Maybe it’s grooming yard hours
Maybe “cures” give fuel to continue
When life consumes every sinew
Maybe life moving is viral
Maybe stopping is a death spiral
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Written on 2026-03-07 at 14:13
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