A Poem of Optimism

I am living for the mystics of life

The optimistic schisms

That intertwine with the divine

In the right time

To let me Know my optics seeing clearly.

I'm here for the mysticism in my breath

Working in every inch of me.

I breathe in to see the clear distance I am going

No need of knowing

The mystics of my optimism got me flowing

Trusting everything is working for me

Everything is serving me

Nothing is against me

If I am not against me

And again

I stand in the mist of it

In the midst of blurred lines

And cloudy skies

I see the blue and sun

And know I've won.

Failures - 0

Optimistic Mystics - 1