My Mole Hills

My day is full of a mole hill or two
They are no mountains, no climb will I do

No challenge will defeat
No impossible mountain will I meet

My prospective keeps things in a place
Where my worries are easier to face

So things go wrong, I do not fall apart
Tis my mapped out day, maybe just the start

I ask ,'what is the worst outcome'
It's nothing compared to some

So I may mess up and let myself down
I do pick myself up and lose the frown

It's not healthy to wallow in gloom
To collapse in a heap and call it doom

My reward... is when I face my fear
My mole hills are tiny. My small triumphs I hear