I hope you find Your Happy.
the kind that makes your bones ache
and your eyes bright
and the wind into poetry.

I hope your laughter becomes the punctuation
at the end of every sentence
and
someone you love is there
to fill the gaps in conversation

I hope the Happy expands inside you
pressing from the inside out, stretching
like a balloon, until you float
above the dirt roads and grimy cities
and office chairs and phone calls

I hope the people take notice
and though they try to pull you down
you rise, and bring them up to meet you
and let them borrow some of your air
so you can float together.

I hope you come to realize
that Happy is poetic, too
and though this world is twisted, dark
there is always light somewhere
in every situation
every person
every town
if you know where to find it.

I hope you remember
that Happy is a choice
rarely easy, but always possible
and the world needs one less cynic
and one more dreamer,
and that person is you.

I hope you find Your Happy
and
I hope I find My Happy, too.

c.l.c

You could stand there,
stand there waiting.
You could wait there
for the storm.
You could stand there,
stand there broken,
stand there waiting for the fire.
You could stand there,
stand there vacant.
You could remain there
empty inside.
You could stand there,
stand there hiding,
stand there cowering
from the shadows.
Yes you could stand there,
stand there lonely,
stand there without a soul.