Happiness
Every day
You are mired
In other people’s misery
Stories of anguish move you
You
tear up
Angry voices challenge you
You tremble a little in fear
Lives have been shattered
Hearts have been broken
You try your best
To offer some repair
Do you deserve to be happy?
Of course I do, you say
But
do you really live your life
Seeking
as much happiness
As you can find?
When
you live your life
Feeling happy
You have to live with the fear
Of losing that happiness
Maybe it’s better
Not to be happy
Happiness is so abstract
Describing happy feelings to others
Might make you appear shallow
Describing pain
Makes you
appear
Deeper and more interesting
So why
be happy?
Because you’ll taste the tears of the sad stories
Because you’ll hear brains churning as sagas are told
Because you’ll feel the softness of the angry voices
Because you’ll smell the dead fires still burning
Because you’ll see directly into people’s
hearts
You can never be too happy
Always
be as happy as you can be
Never settle
for being
Just a little bit happy
Won’t you just be with me
And be happy?
©2008Betsy Connolly