The Quiet Triumph

There is a place within my mind

Where sunlight filters through the haze,

A gentle voice, a thread to find,

That guides me through the darker days.

When shadows stretch across my thoughts

And doubts begin their slow parade,

The negative,

with webs it’s wrought,

Would have me lost, alone, afraid.

It whispers tales of what I lack,

Of failures past, of dreams denied,

It tries to pull my spirit back

To places where my hope has died.

But in the hush between its words,

Another presence softly stirs

A kindness, like the song of birds,

A truth that quietly confers:

“You are more than fear’s design,

More than wounds that time has made,

There’s beauty in your every line,

And strength that will not fade.”

The positive mind does not shout,

Nor does it scold the shadow’s gloom;

It waits, a patient, steadfast scout,

A candle in a shuttered room.

It gathers fragments of the day

A smile, a laugh, a moment’s peace

And builds a fortress from the clay

Of gratitude that will not cease.

It knows the darkness,

knows it well,

But chooses not to dwell or stay;

It finds the lesson in the spell,

And gently turns the hurt away.

When negative thoughts begin to rise,

And doubts attempt to take the throne,

The positive mind,

both kind and wise,

Reminds me I am not alone.

It offers me a different view

A chance to see the good I’ve done,

To honor all the battles through,

And celebrate the wars I’ve won.

It’s in the way I try again

When failure’s voice would have me quit,

It’s in the hope that I sustain

When shadows say “This isn’t it.”

It’s in the laughter after tears,

The courage found in trembling hands,

The faith that grows despite the fears,

The dream that always understands.

The negative may come and go,

A tide that rises, ebbs,

and falls,

But deep within, I always know

The positive mind quietly calls.

It’s not denial, nor naive

It’s choosing light when night descends,

It’s learning how to still believe

That every heartbreak somehow mends.

So let the darkness have its say,

Let doubts and fears parade their might

For in my heart,

there burns a ray

That turns the longest dark to light.

And every time I choose to see

The beauty in a broken thing,

The positive mind sets me free

And in that freedom, I take wing.