Dear Happiness,
You are a helium balloon
And your string is fraying
I knotted it around my wrist
But that doesn’t matter if
It snaps halfway
❀
Dear Happiness,
Greed is a sharp needle
I call it Aspiration and use it
To stitch my skin closed but
It can so easily pierce your surface
And make you fall instead of fly
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Dear Happiness,
I can see you amongst the clouds
Growing smaller with each
Laboured breath I take
I am left with the memories
Of the moment you were placed
In my hand and the regrets of
Not holding onto you
Tightly enough
❀
Dear Happiness,
I am staring at the sky and
Wishing on a shooting star
Hoping you’ll come back to me
But a helium balloon never falls
To the same place it flew from
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Dear Happiness,
You come in different forms
Today you are a dandelion seed
Floating just in front of my fingertips
Today I cannot quite grasp you
Maybe tomorrow I will
❀
From,
Another Dreamer
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About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
The elusory quality of happiness. It slips away with such stealth, even as it allows us to watch as it rises beyond our reach, vanishing in the distance, permitting only the most transient of glimpses through our peripherals. How we try to reclaim the joy. But the next balloon we purchase isn't quite the same, & it comes with the promise that it, too, will soon be gone. Even if we grasp it tightly, it will not remain, but simply wither & die in our hands. So what is it to be happy? Is it simply finding the next thing that will infuse us with the same sensibility as that first balloon once did? Or is it something more, perhaps even completely unrelated? Don't ask me. I've been clinically depressed for over 63 years now!
Wow too beautiful I can see the dandelion and the helium balloon floating away. Great great poem. It touched me