Spend less time...
Clinging onto whatif branches .
They’re frail & sapless.
When happiness breezes by, it can’t be contained in a bottle.
If you don’t understand the breeze,
you’ll climb desperately
tumbling from broken branches & broken spirits, only to be plopped where you started, but sorer.
Let go completely and fall, the wind will catch you,
toss you up and around
and gently set you down
on the dirt