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Poetry in Denounement
Poetry in Denounement
Author: Ukiyoto Publishing

Happiness

Happiness

 

How to describe the certainty in the darkness?

or the sensation of sugar coatings in words?

How do you make sure that the clouds float all the time?

And how do you deal with the rain that drops on your head?

How do you open your fist when you've been raging with anger?

How about the shaking of your body when you are frightened?

When you breathe in, how do you shower yourself with calmness?

Does it work or would it shed you in tiny pieces when you've been hoping for something?

As the beam of the moon shines upon your destroyed eyes, how would you close your eyes to stop the pain?

How can you walk if there is nothing left to keep you from taking a step?

How about your inner demons, how can you talk to them and keep their mouths shut?

Would it be a bloodbath of dreams or the showering glimmers of nightmares?

How can you find Happiness?

Happiness is in which part of your body?

Is it in the pit of your stomach or the back of your head?

Is it real or is it a figment of your imagination?

If it’s Happiness, how come I'm stuck in these walls?

How come I'm shattered everyday by voices and words I didn't even want to hear.

If Happiness is it is, why is there a stream of gunshots and death in areas of our existence?

Why do we laugh at every groundbreaking moment and take advantage of its greatness?

If it’s Happiness, why is there no smile in the shadows of your movements?

Why do we frown and grin at the same time when we say we are happy?

If it’s Happiness, why do we sacrifice our heavens for the brief moments of hell?

What is the definition of true and what is not if Happiness exists in every angle?

How do you spread meaning and vibrant joys in the air when Happiness is what you describe how it feels?

How do you describe the sounds of your gasps and purity in your heart if Happiness is for only a short time?

What is it then?

 

What is happiness?

What is it capable of doing if you've felt the real motion of it?

Is it the fluttering wings of the butterfly or the falling of the meteor from the galaxy?

Is it the anthem of your country or the sweet tunes of delight of an opera singer?

Is it the cocoon we evolve in or the shell we grow from?

I guess it is the horizon of colors where eyes look up at in wonder.

I guess it is the answer to your questions when you've explored life enough to its limits.

I guess it is the truth that you grip on as the feeling travels down your spine and make you smile wide enough for the world to know that you are proud.

Happiness depends.

It exists but it is up to you where to find its clarity and pureness.

It is everywhere but beyond the world's ups and downs, it is upon your choice where to glance its greatness.

It is up to you to give its definition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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