Growing Older Poem by Katerina Val

Once you don't care, happiness gets to slide to you easier
She's hidden but often, she is still there
Should you try to share things you have sealed in the box
happiness will hide away, again
for she's the one to not care if you have a friend
to offer him a piece of her

She has got a name, happiness has got a name
She hides behind euphemism, all these things you are used to hate
all these things you fake, and still stare to ease your pain
she scratches at your back a little bit and cracks a dim smile
a thin line hard to distinguish
a poser of time
she left the last scratch on an obvious rush
before she forgets to dive in deep, so deep
that she forgets to sign
her real name

Happiness hides behind distress
she offers a plaintive valse to sorrow
and she holds her cold hands and the tears for herself
she tends to be these things that resembles to nothing else
so different
so rare
she holds your hand though
and sighs through sadness
she knows this is not herself
but she can't escape it that soon
she shouldn't surrender
shouldn't give up, haven't reach yet useful hell
she has to hide behind these bad and sad things
for they are so tender to help her find out

She can cut off the umbilical cord, if she decides so
but she doesn't have to this second, she shouldn't hide this time
away from sorrow
she needs to grow
older and older
for, happiness can ripen and rot
through sorrow

And then shining new
she can rise through your glass door
she can give you back your sparkling teeth
now stand up at your feet
think
it is time for happiness
to thrill.