Sacrifices

With blessings abound, a heart filled with doubt,

She craves for the more, a world to route out.

A whisper within, "I deserve what's unseen,"

But grasping at shadows, what might have been?

The world a bouquet, vibrant and bright,

Each bloom a desire, a tempting light.

But hands can't embrace every fragrant delight,

For true satisfaction lies in holding one tight.

New wonders will beckon, a constant refrain,

A thirst for the novel, a hunger for gain.

But chasing the fleeting brings only more pain,

Like chasing a high, then facing the rain.

The comfort you hold, a warmth seldom known,

May lose its appeal when a new seed is sown.

But fleeting pleasures leave you all alone,

A cycle repeated, on an empty throne.

So choose with your heart, not a yearning so blind,

The poison of wanting leaves nothing behind.

Embrace what you have, let contentment unwind,

For true happiness lies in a grateful mind.