Happiness Poem by Rosanna Miller

I used to think that happiness was all there was to life
And I had a hard time, striving...
I used to keep my shadow side kept hidden deep inside
And then my mask slipped, I was hiding...

I can be me with the things that make me happy
Like rainbows on a cloudy day
My family, and how do you say?
My tribe, my kin, my friends, connections
I am me because I am part of you...

Music makes me happy as does helping people
Laughing at myself and playing the fool gives me access to small spaces
But I have a goddess inside aching to live large and encompass joyous abandon!
I no longer need the mask...the goddess shines and that makes me happy.