Good Things In My Spring!

My spring takes a sigh..!

With blooming daisies and lilies,

As I pen a zigzag life,

Cushioning my cracking self-beliefs.

“What is it to be happy?”

My curious soul infinitely dwells,

I say it’s less to do with others…

More to do with self!

“But how ‘bout the worldly norms?”

Exclaims a probing brain!!

That you must adhere to survive…

It levies on me, while I stand in disdain!

Like what rain does to a dry land…

Turns green, a patch so brown,

For an aching median upraised by a human,

It’s for another human to bring it down!

A guitar string then resonates in the hills.

Ushers me out of my quilt…

My peace embraces me all over,

As I quit my fears, leave behind my guilt!

You must break free once a while!

Not every hymn needs to be chimed

Once a while, you must resume all pauses…

Not every mountain needs to be climbed!

A little bird then sings crossways,

Unlocks my canons sealed so insane,

Hums a soothing note…

My clutched soul breathes again!

Now I hold a conscience sans liability,

And everything that happiness brings…

Love, peace, and serenity,

These are the good things in my spring!