We all lose our happy,
it happens from time to time.
Sometimes without a reason,
we find we've lost our rhyme.
We dig deep inside ourselves,
Trying to figure it out.
Searching for the answer,
to rid us of our lonesome pout.
In the midst of having it all,
a tear trickles out of our eye.
We don't always know the cause,
or have a reason why.
We just know we fell so empty,
and that we've lost our spark.
We know we should be happy,
but tell this to our heart.
These moments only last,
as long as we allow them to.
But we too have the choice,
to stop being sad and blue.
We wipe our tears and smile,
then bravely start again.
We choose to find our happy,
and turn tears into a grin.
They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
I love this! Especially how you search for the grin!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet poem!!
ReplyDeleteI love this!! Even though I normally happy much of the time, I totally understand and umm..my happy cries sometimes. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI love this part
"In the midst of having it all,
a tear trickles out of our eye.
We don't always know the cause,
or have a reason why."
Thanks for sharing your talent with us!!
{{HUGS}}
@spreadingJOY
This speaks to me on so many levels. Simply beautiful.
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