They told me I tend to write about pretty depressing topics,

Well that seems to happen when you’re depressed yourself, but I digress

So instead of another depressing poem I decided to write about happiness,

The thing that never lasts, but I enjoy when it graces me with its presence

To me, happiness is medication working, the nausea subsiding, and headaches vanishing

Because for the first time, and well it being the eighth med you’ve tried, things are clear;

The fog has lifted and happiness arrives

To me, happiness is seeing my dog run up to me as I walk through the door,

The chipper sound of a high pitched bark piercing the air

Nothing can quite compare

To me, happiness is feeling free among friends

Making plans and causing trouble

Embracing the inner angst and joy inside

Pride in knowing we’re alive

To me, happiness is an abstract thought,

Constantly invading on and off

Like a light switch never knowing what side to choose

But most of all,

Happiness is where I strive to be, who I want to become, and why I’m still here