Happiness is not given to you in a neat little package
Happiness is hidden among miles of wreckage
It's in the shattered glass of hopes and dreams
yet we can't find it
So it seems
Happiness is hidden among the shards of fear and anger
These mask and guard us from what we call danger.
Yet that is happiness
What we are blocked from seeing
Happiness is only found in our being
It may seem lost to many of us
But we are blinded by the reflections of trust
The reflections that bounce off of fear
The reflections that force us here
In a state of sadness
That should be that of gladness
Will we ever shut our eyes and follow our senses?
Will we ever throw away the fake lenses?
It may be so
One day we will know
How happiness feels
and what it conceals
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PoesiaEach means something Something incredible A personal experience A small story encasing a deep meaning Read each with a mindful eye In doing so, you may feel what I do I may feel what you do So take your time and hold each word close For each means s...
