Author's Note: Be honest. Are you happy?
Yes----> good. You deserve to be happy.
No----> keep reading.
I just really want to shriek
(Not at you. At your sadness. Never at you)
it will get better (even if it isn't right now)
You won't be trapped in a jar forever,
(The lid will be pried off soon)
You'll be set free one staggering day
And you will stumble and straggle
Like stuttering words,
Like words stuck in a throat you
Never thought you'd hear.
"You're out."
And you'll think I'm trying to trick you
And you'll stare and anticipate a sardonic smirk.
But you won't see one,
You will just see spilt sunlight into the sky
As you gawk past the window panes.
I promise you this will happen.
You still may not believe me,
But you don't have to.
I hope you find your happy-
It's been looking for you.
{Author's Note inspired by Bo Burham.}
- "On a scale from one to zero, are you happy?"
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
