Poem: Me

Ah, Me!
I laugh at myself!
Sitting in peace
with a full stomach
under a tree
with money in the bank
and me:
Dwelling on my pain.

The pain which I am
not currently feeling.
The pain which has always been
my greatest foe.

How silly I am
to dwell on that
ugly stick!

When it comes
I will deal with it.
But for now
I must laugh
at myself.
Overdramatic,
morose,
grasping at any straw
that gives me an
excuse
for self-pity.

How good now is
when compared to others.
Other people
and other moments.
I'd better start
appreciating it soon
because before I know it
the pain will be back
and then I will have
no choice
but to laugh.