I SHOT HAPPINESS
Like a song that’s been left unsung,
or a sentence held in your throat
My truth hides, though it has found
a baneful way to cope
Some fear the mirror,
fear the knife,
or wish upon a different soul
But in my truth,
silent and confined,
I fear not what comes and goes
Trepidation is pointless,
as if a second kidney of the brain
Worries about an inevitable mess,
outcomes as inevitable as rain
In my truth, beyond it’s mask
a different fear shines its light
Not one regarding future what ifs
or self hatred beyond one’s self,
but one stemmed from life,
the beautiful simplicity of it
The sun shines when I want the moon
I emerge with breath when I want to sink
Happiness shows its face,
so I shoot it with a gun
Why can’t the world be silenced from song?