Have you ever found happiness
in the same things that surrounded you
when you were sad?
Like the sound of sand crushing
gently underneath your feet,
the smell of wind after an emotionless rain,
the way your neighbour's voice cracks
and breaks during her morning singing,
the innocent laughter of her second child,
or how it feels to finally accept
you're good at something,
just for a while at least.
When you're encircled by such uninvited gloom,
The world becomes nothing but
a grotesque reflection of your feelings,
So it is impossible for you
to see beauty in anything.
Everything is a shadow of itself,
the birds look hesitant,
singing in agonizing whispers,
the stars seem to have forgotten how to blink,
the hands of the clock move
like they were dipped inside the weight
of your own stagnation.
So you choose to hide your hurt and your emotions
hoping that one day they'll eventually die.
You forgot that you cannot kill a heart
that wants to love.
So when you bury your emotions,
you bury them alive,
and your body becomes a graveyard
of living voices screaming for acceptance.
But beauty will wait for you until you're sober,
It will bring colours to your lackluster
and essence to your absurd.
It will stand outside your window
waiting until you have discovered a way to heal.
Happiness will wear a blanket across your shoulders
and put a lantern in your heart,
so the small glow can warm and give life
to the fossils of what once loved.
Whenever your gloom begins to spread within you
like a ripple effect of poisoned water,
the feel of your own smile will keep you
until it fades away into a defeatless
calm.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
