Trying to stay above the fray,
In spite of the traps laid at my feet.
Some have tried to tease anger to the surface;
Unreasonable requests
Rush judgments,
Poking and prodding, tools of this trade.
I refuse to succumb,
Instead I will look within for strength,
Seeking a joyful place to center myself.
On occasion failures have succeeded–
Yet I refuse to scourge myself over failings,
They are, but momentary and quickly pass.
I am above all of this minutiae,
It is nothing–white-noise lobbed to distract.
With this realization I have strengthened my resolve
And I am resolved to rise above.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
I like your positive attitude.
Thank you very much, I need to be or I would go crazy. :)
For some reason, the line, “I am above all of this minutiae.” Struck a chord with me. Minutia is not a word I hear often, nor would I expect to see it in a poem, but it works for me here. (The singular seems to be spelled with final letter “a”, according to the American Heritage dictionary– the ae ending is for the plural.I did not really know that, but was curious, so I looked it up). I think it’s kind of a fun word, though I am not sure it ever struck me that way till now.
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Thank you Elaine, I don’t think I have ever used minutiae in a poem or any thing else I have written before, but I do like the word and may have to use it again sometime.