For Those Who Can’t Feel Happiness

Like a prisoner behind bars,

you will see her eyes

Trapped beneath the surface of the poem you write, she shivers

She comes uninvited and leaves without a warning

Like an optical illusion, she appears and disappears

Like a coincidence only you know how to understand

The feeling she gave you stays despite the darkness of your heart that tries to erase it

Those who are searching for her are doomed to never find her And those who stopped searching, need her the most

The rest of us stand in-between, the need to hold her again, and the need to forget she ever existed

We create prisons of art and display her proudly to the world, pretending we are fine without her smile

One day she will escape from the confinement you designed for her

The moment you feel everything around you with the same intensity as her presence

When you cry and despite the pain you feel lucky for each gasping breath

When you feel broken but somehow find the courage to observe the pain of others

She will realize that the canvases, the melodies, or anything you put your soul into cannot fully describe her

She will take that phantom step into the real world with chains still on her wrists Just to observe you cry

Just to touch your scars You will stand on the edge of the abyss ready to jump

Without saying a word Like your prisoner she will approach you, uninvited and before she leaves without a warning

You will glimpse that painfully beautiful thing

called happiness