Happy
What is happy but an imaginary world where butterflies and faries
occasionally fly around. What is happy but a star that you must wish upon to come
around. How can you justify happy is it the way you smile and the way you pretend
even though your not. You can feel it through your bones it's like a strange energy
letting go. Suddenly you feel like holding your head up high, confidence is rising
and the mood is set for you to fly high. A little bird traveling far from it's nest
the reason is because everything is changing. It's not like before when hiding away
was what was worth living for. Everything you do is like another experience and you
try to go far away from where you usually travel. Sometimes you have to do it alone
sometimes you can't there are friends who help you along the way and no you can't
be afraid. It's life and it takes a strong person to be happy without any influeneces of
the body. It's life and I don't need any man to make me whole it's my start and I will
finish weather I am together or alone. It's life and though I may tremble it's me who
will get up from the ground and dust myself off. I won't let anyone take the one thing I
have been praying for away from my soul. Happy. It's where I want to be, it's what I am
now. Happy all my dreams are in reach and I am glad that I can finally say it out loud.
Happy from far away you can tell by the way I laugh at my mistakes, happy and I will
continue to smile unless the devil decides to take it away from me. But for now I can
honestly say that happy is what happy does and I am happy I can say it loud and hope
that it doesn't jinx my current state.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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