Danche

I Just Want To Be Happy

Or just to be

In the small moments

2 am in the middle of the street

On a swing sunset impending

Or a far off land outlawed by my age

Where I chipped my tooth

And I skated across grates

Like a bird across the sky or in the stream of my backyard

Scraped across my kneecaps and leaves in my hair

Sticker bush on my sleeves

Please leave me there

Just to be

Not happy or sad but in a place in between

A small emotion

Of traveling

To another world where I am forgotten

And I am not me

But I am and I’m not but of me in between

In a place where I am

The stream

A neck broken

A tongue burned

A few words said out of turn

A face bitten

A great spill

Something precious is stricken

A scream

The reality of it

And I mean

Is it me or a reflection

Of what I could be

A lesson

Is it real

Is it seen

Like a wave

Or through my window a light beam

Let it pass through my body

Pine needles

A trail I’ve circled back on

Not sure how

Or what the signs say

I must figure it out aloud

Or it will kill me

I know it won’t right now

But the words I cannot reach

The fear and sadness spoke

The word is rejection

Letters to my life

The definition of alone

I read it to myself

Before I finished the sentence

Like a child line by line

Living life in penance

I did not think to see ahead

The bend that lets me free

But my eyes would not see it if it were not for the birds and the light through the trees

The wind gives way to those that show

The place I’ll go to next

It cannot be within just me

Or in that old old text

It’s used the same refrain

And taught me round and round

You tell me fear of what?

And I have no answer to be found

But just as I cannot see beyond those Wiley trees

Voices outside the window

The sounds falls away

Feathers from flightless birds is all that stay

Crashing upon my head

On my pillow the cool tile, it told me

Please

Do not remember the cruel words you have said

You did not mean them, and even if you did

Let the rain wash away and fill with sunshine instead

Corny you write it and a bit cliche but who cares who is looking

If it makes you feel better anyway

Worse words have been said to make you feel smaller

None of them clever or conniving, just thrown together like cannon fodder

Filling your head with dreadful noise that echoes even now

In a cage of your own, dancing for others

crawl out and caw, take a bow

Take flight, and fly away

You may lose what is comfortable and shed what was aiding in the decay

Although it may look like something precious is lost it’s a matter of fact

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