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I believe that fate smiles upon those who greet the world as if their hearts have never been broken.
The universe opens to those who refuse to give up.
Those who take their setbacks and the lessons learned from them and create something better than before—something that carries a deeper appreciation for the journey and what it took to arrive here, and for those who are still struggling to arrive.

-Rhia Clay
Practicing intentional gratitude is how I met the happiness family.
Manifested in many forms, each has a unique charm and beauty.
On days I am mindful and present, I encounter them frequently.

It is a blessing to share morning tea with a spouse who genuinely cares.
A call from my son, excited about art, writing, or life, I love hearing the insights he shares.
Drinking water from the kitchen tap, with no thought of germs, is a stark reminder of privilege.
This old picture of me with bouncy hair takes me back to the time when I was young and full of courage.
I feel elated when happiness comes knocking on my neighbor's door.
It's delightful to celebrate and spread joy, regardless of who it's meant for.
Each moment offers a new perspective that counters the pain I bear.
Instead of continually seeking happiness, I aspire to become a happiness-watcher.
Think of a birdwatcher
I can understand that one is knowledgeable,
While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence.
Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both,
And respect that in specific.
Yet; I can likewise understand,
That while the aforementioned individual(s)
Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s),
That that individual lacks patience & compassion.
And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving
Of any greater respect than in understanding them.

Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others
In both intelligence & understanding.

Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about
Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described.
Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion,
Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed.
I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult.
I can respect that individual still;
But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to.
Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it.

Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others
In both knowledge & intelligence.
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Kalliope Jul 19
In the middle of an ordinary cornfield,
In an ordinary place,
Stands a small group of trees
Spared from agricultural fate.

Chosen by fairies–
Forever their glade,
Or spared by corporate greed,
Property line arguments man-made.

Whatever the reason,
It rests in the fog,
Magical as ever,
Eerie, a bit odd.

Yet it doesn’t look out of place,
It fits just right,
A hidden little wonder
Tucked away out of sight.

I hope there are fairies,
Or witches, or gnomes,
Living in that haven,
Their whimsical home.
I think there's magic in things left untouched
And maybe magic isn't real, but I believe it is so hush.
Odalys Jul 19
Life’s been shining like the sun, in skies so clear and blue,
My mind is light, my spirit bright, my health feels strong and new.
Surrounded by the sweetest souls who lift me when I fall,
Their laughter rings like silver bells—a joy that fills it all.

We’ve shared our secrets, chased our dreams, danced under moonlit skies,
Collected moments, big and small, where happiness resides.
The love I feel within my tribe, so steady, warm, and true—
It’s proof that life’s a miracle unfolding in my view.

I’m grateful for the peaceful mind that once was filled with rain,
For strength within my beating heart, and lightness after pain.
I look into the mirror now and love the me I see—
I’m proud, I’m fierce, I’m beautiful, I’m finally feeling free.

Each breath’s a gift I treasure deep, each sunrise feels brand new,
I taste the sweetness of my days in everything I do.
Thank you, God, for blessing me with laughter, love, and light—
I love my life, I love myself—it all just feels so right.
Kalliope Jul 17
Sitting at this table,
My sisters in their place,
My brother at the top,
With a baby by his waist.

We’re mostly parents now,
With our kids in tow,
But when I look at your faces,
I see the little kids I used to know.

We all have our own lives,
Of our own creation,
No longer just play pretend
On some summer vacation.

A brand new generation,
Being raised by us,
They’re little and young and free,
And I love them all so much.

Even when I don’t see them,
Or weather cancels our plans,
Being a sister, a mother, an aunt-
The best roles I could ever land.

And we’ll sit here at this table,
Loud, chaotic, and such,
Often I’m sad, honestly mad,
But in this moment, life has given me so much.
We don't play hide n seek anymore, or hideway to sneak smoke ****, but hearing all the children laugh and play- for now, what more could I need?
Rubyredheart Jul 17
Just the thought of you
Brings much-needed peace
In this moment of glistening pupils
So, thank-you
For your healing presence
In my heart.
Originally published 20th Apr 2022 | Edited 26th Jun 2023
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