To Be Happy

What does it mean to experience true joy?

There are days when the word tastes bitter on my tongue, 

As if I never knew the meaning.

As if my mouth has never known the feeling of a smile,

As if my stomach has never experienced the sweet pain of a good laugh. 

On these days, my greatest tribulation is to get out of bed, to breathe in and out.

On these days, it feels as if there is a rock in my lungs, a knot in my stomach.

So what can you do to remember happiness?

I crack open the journals of days passed. 

I read the words of a different version of myself.

The version of myself that was exploding with happiness.

I read about every comforting cup of coffee, every flower that made me smile, every time the stars made me feel small.

Because when I read my own words, I remember the words of a writer much wiser than myself:

"This, too, shall pass".

This poem is about: 
Me

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