Pollyanna

Do you recall the time and place
You traded wonder for wit and wisdom?
When surprise went out of fashion
And your point of view turned sharp and trendy?

You called it self preservation
But you have been the injured party ever since…

Come back here and be the smallest one in the room
The one who gasps at the ordinary
The one who cries when it's sad and laughs at the littlest thing
Walk into this place where you don't know what to think

What grievance could possibly follow you
Into this house of joy?

~Grace Gibson