Kasia Fedyk

A Different Approach

I tired something new today
I figured why not
having a conversation
with yourself
is a normal occurrence
on every day bases
it could be a whisper
a shout
or just simple
solid line voice
with yourself
going over an incident
that may have happened
earlier today
something from the past
or a future event
you had in mind.

I decided to try something different
I got tired of the way I felt
sometimes, kinda like
out of place
some other things
took control and I did not
enjoy that very much
so I talked to my sadness
I told it, I don't mind
having you around for a visit
once in a while
but please
as soon as you see
the door opened
please leave

I told happiness
to think things over
and think about moving in
for a lifetime
I did not push it
or propose yet
not to scare happiness away
that quick, but I just love
having bliss around
I feel light and alive
and all I want to do is dance
I thought the conversation went well
I was right
happiness decided
to dwell for a while
maybe a big while.

There is a secret
the decision and choice
was strictly mine,
happiness just decided
to follow.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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