You cannot talk me out of how I feel
but I might have a way to work on me:
By counting boons or heeding the appeal
of what will be my future history.
Or maybe I just can’t sustain a down –
perhaps I’m blessed by birth or parent’s touch
with inability to wear a frown
beyond three days (the boredom is too much).

I tend to ricochet to happiness
no matter if I mumble or stay mute.
I seem to self-correct for over stress,
for I am less a chronic than acute.
And I don’t care what planet’s retrograde;
the weariness and worry always fade.