The Burden Of Happiness!
For grief so batters our soul, That we have no choice But to shine through the cracks With the flickering light of survival Ceaselessly, Relentlessly, Helplessly! But grief also leaves with us The insatiable will to live, For them, in their absence, To preach and strive For happiness, ever evasive! Surely, defeat or victory Is not why grief plays this game. But neither does she desire Our complacency, submission Or even our misery! But maybe... The Burden of Happiness Maybe, the burden of happiness Is suffered by the Souls left behind, Picking up the pieces Of shattered souls, Masking the cracks And filling the voids With empty words, Like balloons that burst Before they form Or bubbles that pop Before a touch of love Graces their surface! Surely, the Burden of Happiness Drowns the soul With it's own ineptitude To meet the endless demands Of a wretched life That craves to move on But is hiccupped, interrupted, staggered, By a heaving, sighing, toiling spirit, That refuses