Turning Things Around Poem by Phil Soar

There are times during troubles, when nothing else counts
Increasing anxiety, quadrupling doubts
When your actions define you, and the world seems too much
Your thoughts becomes toxic, your mind is your crutch

You can teach yourself tactics, to override pain
Though your memories haunt you, again and again
When you finally recover, you will share what you learned
And explain to your dearest, how you have returned

There are times when existing is all about fear
The facts overwhelm you, and tension is near
But by grasping the future, and insisting it's good
You can turn things around, because life's in your blood