My Happiness
I walk with the confidence of kings
With the swagger of a solo artist
With the ease of an egret
And all the nuances in between
When you see me walk by
You can ask me
Or judge me
Or simply admire me
Why this walk has no need to hurry
Why my stride is set in sublime
My steadfast and sacrosanct swagger
And I will tell you.
You see the key to happiness
is to let yourself cry
Let yourself fracture just a little
when your world falls apart,
but to carry yourself as if you,
were the one who built it in the first place.
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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