My First Happy Poem

I have never written a happy poem

I hate the the way they’re filled with clicheś

I’m the kind of poet that uses my sad soul to write beautiful scribbles of darkness

But I don’t want to forget that happiness brings a gentleness that amazes

I don’t want to forget the way the rays of sun prick my skin softly on a good day

I want to be a person who looks at happiness and praises

I don’t know how to go about this

As far as life goes this is also not my area of expertise

I’m the kind of poet that avoids bliss and happy endings

But I don’t want to forget how I feel free on euphoric days

I don’t want to forget the way the wind chills my skin and sets me ablaze

I have a mind filled with doubt

I don’t know if I’m doing this right

I’m the kind of poet that second guesses every word and never finishes

But I don’t want to forget that I too know what happiness is

I don’t want to forget the way that I feel accomplished when I endorse what’s truly valuable

I don’t know if it was a happy poem per say

I did what I could, but perhaps that’s just what I’m choosing to believe

I’m the kind of poet that doesn’t need recognition

But I don’t want to forget that I am more than just some sad ball of sorrow

I don’t want to forget the way a compliment from a stranger makes me cheese from ear to ear

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