My Happy Place

Something changed my life. At 17 they said I had a milliard of mental disorders, I got committed to a mental clinic. That was’t it. I didn’t go in willingly, Wasn’t allowed to talk or see anyone from outside for a month. That wasn’t it. I’d always had a therapist, Ever since I can remember, This one was the one who saved me from myself. She wasn’t it. I had many moments of despair, Many moments where I couldn’t take it anymore. None of them were it. Days, weeks, months, An eternity passed, I was still there. The silliest thing happened one morning. Doing yoga on the corner of the terrace, The sun was peering through the greenery of the tiny yard. Then it happened. As I was looking at the way the sun reflected on the bamboos, The way even though months had passed and I was still there, A feeling of peace overcame me. A peace I’d never felt before, A peace that only comes from within yourself. From accepting that where you are, What you’re doing, What surrounds you, It all is exactly how it should be. I had found my happy place, And I’d go there anytime I wanted, By just closing my eyes.