Happy Face

 

 

 

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I call this place my happy place
This is where I come to find my happy face
Silence speaks a thousand words
Provided I can hear the birds
Provided I can taste the rain
Touch each tear and trace it down my window pane
Feel as though I’m seen by just one soul for what I truly am
A gentle man with gentle hands that tremble not by happenstance

 

In many ways
I’m like a cat
My flaxen mane attests to that
Stroke my fur the right way and I might stay where I’m sat
Act erratic
Watch me scat
Emphatically, I’d like to add
I do so when my heart gets sad
Has been that way since I was just a lad
Please forgive me that
One wish was all this dreamer ever had

 

I was different from the other kids in school
Many of them seemed inclined to break the golden rule of kindness
Cruel to be just that
This seemed a most unnatural habitat
Thus, I played at fool and somehow made it through this raw ordeal in tact
In actual fact, I learned a lesson
How to search each curse for blessing
Leave the second guessing for those qualified at risk assessing
Still I skirted mild depression
Still I felt distracted

 

My happy face had no place left to turn
As all about me bridges burned
Lifelong friendships overturned
In seconds, maybe less
Through prose, I made address
And wrote the world a letter

 

Secure within my recess, I could find a way to make it better
Maybe I could demonstrate the art of putting pieces back together
Every storm I weathered bled a rainbow in the sky
Took me to my happy place
Reacquainting me to long forsaken inner child
I climbed the tallest oak in sight
To better hear the birds
Silence somehow just feel right
And words, this time, were simply not required

 

In many ways
This place is home
Howbeit, not the only one that I have ever known
For I need never feel alone
When home is where the heart is
My soul is where the art resides
Confides of essence unconfined
And leads through intravenous line to every gaping artery
Even when profusely bleeding
Something heartfelt keeps it beating
Teething passes through catharsis
Making happy place of where the heart is
Painting on one everlong perpetuating, rain embracing, rainbow chasing happy face

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. “Act erratic
    Watch me scat”

    Love your inadvertent humour! I’m completely running parallel with you on this piece. Similar childhood days, comfort atop strong boughs and an inner child within. I reflected as I read this.

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