my mother should have
named me happy.
because i really want to be.
i really want to wake up
and feel like a field of
daisies..
no, sunflowers.
I want to feel the sun shining
without it beaming and burning
down my back.
I want to carry the
happiness around
without the fear of
dropping it,
watching it crack
like humpty dumpty,
and having the fear
of it never being
put back together
ever
again.
she should have named me happy.
because even when sadness
takes over me,
i will still be able to say,
that it is what i am.
that despite all odds,
my name reflects what
i would want to be.
happy.
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