Can we truly be happy?
Or is it the hope that we can pursue happiness what allows our minds to rest at night?
Did Eros shoot me?
Did he shoot happiness?
Every time I’m close to grasping it, it escapes my grip.
Are life and happiness chasing me? And I keep transforming to escape it.
Perhaps, it’s time to stand still.
Let it caress my countenance, my soul, & my mind.
Eyes shut.
Listening to each exhale and inhale.
I’ll wear the crown of laurels to honor life as it is.

All rights reserved © anaprose.com 2019
Beautifully and well penned poem.
Can we truly be happy? That is the question I think we all struggle with. Sometimes, yes, other times not really. There is a balance for both.
Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. ~ Buddha
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 🙂 Happiness is a mystery at time times. And that’s a beautiful quote. I like it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome, Ana.
Happiness is a mystery but its beautiful in the sense of our world and the far reaches of the cosmos. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person