Grateful Melancholic Sunday
When happiness strikes
In the middle of a melancholic Sunday
I shed a tear of mixed
Unknown feelings.
With my little yet brave age
I have learned
That happiness has always been
A choice
And a state of mind.
And boy oh boy
I have made my path
With a constant struggle
And an open chest;
Must no one tell me
Otherwise.
When happiness strikes
Through a song,
A hummingbird sound,
A piece of bread,
Or an instant of reasonless delight
I do shed my tears inside out
And no shame will be felt
For my bravery
Nor for my weakness
In being able
Just
To
Merely
Feel.
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