January 16, 2018
By Griffinkaz11 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Griffinkaz11 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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It's not possible,

It's not possible,
It's certainly not possible.

Why is it so difficult to have?
Why can't one achieve it?
What exactly is it?
How do I obtain it?

When I was a child,
I grasped the feeling.

…Canaries humming on a bright summer morning.
Getting out of class;
a class that was boring.
The smell of sharp bermuda grass,
or the time I caught a 12-inch bass.
Hot sand against my frigid feet,
an unopened candy bar;
the aroma ever sweet.

Football on Sunday mornings,
baseball on Saturday nights,
walking along the shore of the beach,
fingers gripping my favorite kite.

As I age I remember,
I can't have it all the time.
Yet everyday I wake,
I'm surely left to climb.
It hurts me everytime I try,
these feelings I must hide,
happiness isn’t real anymore,
so now I say goodbye.

The author's comments:

I wrote this piece because of my battle with happiness. Happiness is tough. Really tough. It takes you up and takes you down, in the end we all can't find it. It is a struggle at all costs. I know people expierience this, so I felt it was my duty to relate to people on a reasonable level by using my words; with poetry.

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