Happiness excites you,
Pushes you to the edge;
To the edge of brilliance,
Where you'd give your all,
Just to feel more of what you're feeling.
Happiness feels like love.
Like a tight embrace from love it self.
It rests your soul,
Comforts it,
Hushes it's darkest thoughts,
and washes away it's worries.
Happiness brings you peace,
Like settled water,
without a ripple in sight.
So how is it that such serenity can bring upon even the slightest discomfort?
You see, it's not happiness that causes you pain, but the lack there of;
The possibility of it fading away,
and to be left with nothing but a tragedy.
To get caught in a ruthless hurricane
Of a harsh reality,
Of deception
Of misinterpretation
Of my worst nightmares.
They say good things don't last,
and so is it naive to believe that they will?
Or even just wanting to believe that they will?
The swirl of "what ifs" spirals inside my brain,
depriving me of acceptance;
Accepting the bliss,
Taking it within me,
feeling it within my bones.
But I do.
I feel it.
I feel it with every cell within me.
I feel it with all my heart,
That it's warmth fully encapsulates it.
But as soon as I do
I can't help myself but to shake it off of me,
not giving it enough time to linger.
For if it does,
It'll come with a greater deal of pain.
The longer it stays,
The more catastrophic the destruction.
And for the avoidance of such misfortune,
Happiness can wait till I'm courageous enough to welcome it.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
