by Jessica Hopkins18 Apr 2019
i'm trying to write a happy poem
it's going to be nothing new
there's always the little things:
smelling fresh laundry
someone telling you they love you
falling asleep after a long day
discovering a new song.
i know they stop being enough but
life should be enough
don't let yourself be dissatisfied, there's so much to be done
it's all out there, outside these four walls.
sometimes you just need to forget who you are,
be someone else
for a day
imagine their future: one filled with this
but you need to keep moving
if you stay still, this quicksand will pull you under
life doesn't let you stop. and think
not when your own mind is against you.