Happy

HAPPY

I want to be happy—

A simple wish, a fleeting dream,

But shadows linger, hold me close,

A silent, steady stream.

The darkness whispers, soft and low,

"You know me well; don't let me go."

Its voice is cold but feels like home,

A place where I’ve been free to roam.

The light knocks gently at my door,

A quiet glow, a timid core.

It offers warmth, a chance to heal,

But asks for wounds I’d rather seal.

I’ve built my walls, I’ve locked the gate,

Afraid of what light might create.

What if it shines on all my fears,

Unveils the pain, unveils the tears?

Yet still, the light, it finds a way—

Through cracks, through corners, through decay

.It touches scars with tender hands,

And shows me worlds where hope still stands.

The shadows tug; they call me back,

To well-worn paths, to endless black.

But something stirs within my chest,

A longing now, a soft request.

I see the light—it doesn’t fight;

It doesn’t promise endless bright.

It tells me pain can sit beside

The hope that keeps the soul alive.

So I will rise; I’ll face the day

,Let light and dark both find their way.

For happiness, I’ve come to see,

Is not the end but a journey.