Happiness appears without a trace
Like bullets shot through a human’s face.
Velocity and trajectory tell how long
That smile will stay and belong.
Happiness does not dwell on the news.
It does not focus on psychotics and distorted views.
It does not worry about cold weather.
Or the political games that last forever.
Happiness dreams of security.
A home to lay its head in sobriety.
A family of its own to love and raise.
See its children develop from phase to phase.
Happiness is right in front of me.
I won’t let it escape because of another killing spree.
I won’t get sucked into another media frenzy.
Because I’ve never been this close to being free.
A bed to lay my head at night.
A job to keep the water and lights.
A family that enjoys it when I come home.
I have all of this, as I write this poem.