Perissos
Abundance is scary. For some reason, the idea of more than enough Feels like more than I can handle. Maybe it's because an abundance of feelings Is what pushed my mother over the edge of depression And into the pit of a psychotic break. Maybe it's because most of the things I've experienced abundantly Aren't good things like joy and life But things like depression and anxiety, Overeating and self-indulgence, Suffering and rejection. Abundance feels greedy. If I have more than enough, Does that mean someone else goes without? Am I a bad person if I embrace abundance When I know that there are people all around me Who are barely scraping by, Always coming up short? If I accept the abundance God has come to offer, Does that mean I have to believe Someone like me deserves to be happy? Abundance invites over-indulgence, And I would be hard-pressed to deny There are things in my life where I keep taking Even when I know that the best thing (For me and for everyone else...