My Happy Place
My happy place changes like the seasons. I can hear you. But, not clearly. There
is no place for words in my happy place. I hear you as my head is submerged in
rushing water. Your words run off of me & leave no residue. The droplets of your
hate run off of me. I stand & run deeper into the water & the words that
surround me rush past me in a whirl. I may submerge in them, but they can't
drown me.
I run & I don't get tired. I swim without coming for air. The sun pierces me
with it's blades of brightness. The melodic undertones sweep through the
entities of my gratitude & peaceful serenities...
There are no unapproving eyes. Deviant smiles or judgmental lies. The hurt that
sticks like shrapnel is brushed away like sand. Love making is quiet. It's not
dirty. It's not stricken with what dirty hands had once used & abused & the
residue of what once could not be cleaned...for once is pure & sweet. Like it
should be. But isn't. Outside of my happy place.
Your passive aggressive tendencies make me laugh. I can feel alive & dare I say
beautiful. The place in which I reside has never felt beauty or seen beauty in
the unwanted & unwilling reflection that bounces so freely & slaps me in the
face each time. Making my eyes turn away. Every time.
Damaged good are thrown away. As they should be. The leaves fall, but they don't
die or lose their color. The sun sets if I want it to. The colors tell me
stories. The waters whisper to me dim secrets that make me throw my head back &
laugh. Or sigh a breath of contentment. You can't touch me here in my happy
place. If I don't want you to. In my happy place I can hear the tick tock of the
clock, but it's the rhythm to the melodies that push me along.
You can't touch me here. In my happy place.
Unless I want you to.
is no place for words in my happy place. I hear you as my head is submerged in
rushing water. Your words run off of me & leave no residue. The droplets of your
hate run off of me. I stand & run deeper into the water & the words that
surround me rush past me in a whirl. I may submerge in them, but they can't
drown me.
I run & I don't get tired. I swim without coming for air. The sun pierces me
with it's blades of brightness. The melodic undertones sweep through the
entities of my gratitude & peaceful serenities...
There are no unapproving eyes. Deviant smiles or judgmental lies. The hurt that
sticks like shrapnel is brushed away like sand. Love making is quiet. It's not
dirty. It's not stricken with what dirty hands had once used & abused & the
residue of what once could not be cleaned...for once is pure & sweet. Like it
should be. But isn't. Outside of my happy place.
Your passive aggressive tendencies make me laugh. I can feel alive & dare I say
beautiful. The place in which I reside has never felt beauty or seen beauty in
the unwanted & unwilling reflection that bounces so freely & slaps me in the
face each time. Making my eyes turn away. Every time.
Damaged good are thrown away. As they should be. The leaves fall, but they don't
die or lose their color. The sun sets if I want it to. The colors tell me
stories. The waters whisper to me dim secrets that make me throw my head back &
laugh. Or sigh a breath of contentment. You can't touch me here in my happy
place. If I don't want you to. In my happy place I can hear the tick tock of the
clock, but it's the rhythm to the melodies that push me along.
You can't touch me here. In my happy place.
Unless I want you to.