Fear captures my boy taking his hope,
At times he cannot find the light,
Overthinking his every move,
Every thought.
Wanting to control his doubt, but worry steers him in other directions.
But he is a fighter.
He finds his stride, overcoming one fear at a time.
He stares out the car window, pondering about his achievements,
His voice reaches me through my own thoughts.
“I am proud of myself today.”
I hear the delight in his tone.
I watch as a smile takes over his face.
I sense his peace.
And because of this, I am encapsulated by bliss.
What I Notice 
A parents’ joy mirrors our children’s. When we wrote after reading Daniel’s Good Day, I wrote about my good days depending on my kids’ good days. I wish you more bliss.
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I’m glad this had a happy ending. The kid is a deep thinker. I guess there will always be ups and downs. It’s good that he’s so reflective.
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So beautifully written! I know a boy this poem describes… Thank you.
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