Wings are growing on each passing day
Every single moment trying my best to play
To shun the gloom as it sometimes broods
Gathering all the cloaks, wraps, and hoods.
But covering it up is such a denial
On top of such test is yet another trial
Choosing to be happy comes to a halt
Opening my thoughts stored in a vault.
Then exposing them creates more of an uproar
The waves of the mind seeking the shore
They need to shush, again another challenge
Rummaging in the vault, answers to scavenge.
One after another seemingly no end
My heart begins rustling beating to extend
Let me pause to listen what it wants to reveal
Trusting its whispers, trusting to heal…
“Choosing to be happy not seeking for something in return
Choose first to release and then you will learn
That to be happy is learning to let go
Opening the vault is making peace with your shadow”.
And from the greatest of people whose words are blissfully sculptured
Wisdom from their lives allowing light to be captured
I take the burning coal to use it in another way
I choose to be happy and it fluckin’ starts today!
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else: you are the one who gets burned.” ~ The Buddha