The Thief

That thief

That ugly thief rearing its ugly head

It stealthily makes its way in

Stealing joy and gratitude and leaving only an ugly mess in its place

And not until the tears flow

And the hearts mesh do I realize what part of the problem is

What actually is enabling the thievery

He calms the tears that make him feel helpless

But not until he listens and I get it out

Sometimes I just need to do that

Like the thief’s gloved fingers you don’t always know from where it comes-

The Dissatisfaction, envy, self consciousness

We decided I needed to unplug, shut it off, log out

So I did

I breathed

I could then be me without having to display it all

They could be them without me comparing the tiny pieces of the puzzle

For the tiny pieces are often all we see

And we know that’s not the big picture

The big picture turns us upward and outward

And the thief can’t take that away

~”Comparison is the thief of joy”~

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” ~John 10:10

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