Yeah, I’m a Pollyanna, I live in a fantasy land.
You know me by my word, writ large with this fair hand.
I have a comfort blanket, it’s called ‘All will be just fine’.
I smile when I should cry, still, my smile is truly mine.
Yeah, I’m a Pollyanna, I’ve been called a fool.
I never learned to hate, even when I was in school.
I’m always on the side of the one who gives it all.
I pick up all the pieces, for those that feel the fall.
Yeah, I’m a Pollyanna, dreams inside my head.
Mercies to be thankful for, a life for when I’m dead.
People say that I’m illogical, I should be crying out –
Because my life is hard, without a shadow of a doubt.
Yeah, I’m a Pollyanna, living kindly as I go.
All I ever had was this optimistic glow.
My domain is on this Earth, of this, I have no choice.
At least this poem gives me, a tiny little voice.
© The Secret Poetess, October 2017