Lost and Found

Have you ever forgotten where your happy place is? I have reason to believe I’m the only one who has. Sondering too deeply, selfishly playing the victim. I’m good at that. I have questions for those whose minds are not clouded, lost, broken… like mine. Is your happy place a luscious field, blanketed in buds and fragrant blooms? Does it have evergreen grass, neat and perfect, never wild or unruly? Or is it a beach where the sand waltzes between your toes, soft as silk, a tender caress? Do the birds sing sweet harmonies, while the sun paints golden patterns on perfect skin? Are familiar faces smiling, not just greeting, but anchoring you in warmth, washing away your doubts and fears, until you forget what it feels like to ache? Or do you find your peace in shadows, where silence speaks louder than sunlight ever could? What about beneath a darkened sky, where specks of glitter whisper old stories? A crescent or full, is the moon there too? Do you dance in twilight, hum soothing tunes as firelight ignites your stage? I bet you’re thinking of your place now. Is a smile creeping onto your face? Maybe just a curl of the lip, or a spark of imagination invading your thoughts? I’ve lied, so here’s the truth… Poetry saved me - I’m breathing, alive and kicking with every word. I’m at peace here, happiest I’ve been, free to express, to decompress. So I leave you with this, a wish and a dream. I hope, somehow, these lines, and everything in between helped you rediscover your happy place, or at least reminded you, shaken you to your core, it’s still out there, it’s yours.