The Many Kinds Of Unhappiness Poem by Rani Turton

There many kinds of unhappiness.
Some evaporate into the mists of time: and others, others,
Delve into your heart and mind.

Which is as it is. Clouds still move across the sky.
Birds sing, ripples in the lake, fruit ripens on trees.
That pain that should have gone away chose to stay.
The tears that should never have touched your lids
Elected to remain.

There are realms of serenity. Seek them out. Who knows?
Some remnants of belief can touch with grace
And make one entire, whole.

Copyright: Rani Turton