More Blessings Than Daniel

My blessings looks like

me stuck in a pit,

the hard dirt floor packed down

by the paw prints of lions.

They are all around me,

roaring and fighting,

they’re gashing each other,

and the largest one with blood on his fangs

turns and looks me in the eyes.

I watch him until I fall asleep

And then I awake from the night

warm from the breathe of lions

and the fur of manes.

My fears are all around me but they have not consumed me yet.

That’s what my blessings look like.