Forgotten is what was
Always ours,
Birthright from
The first day
We entered
The world,
Our happiness.
It isn't something
To be chased
Or hunted down
But remembered.
Our happiness
Can be
On the other hand
Cultivated
With the practice
Of gratitude
In the present moment.
Gratitude
For the air
We breathe
For the ground
We tread upon
For the love
We don't
Ever have
To earn,
Just accept.
But pursuing
It is a worthy cause,
Because we deserve
It…
If ever
We should dare
To think
That we don't
Deserve it because
We have believed
The lies of wounded
Animals who claimed
To love us,
But couldn't because
They were too
Damaged to do
Something as noble
As to love
Us as we
Deserve,
Unconditionally.
The lies
That we aren't worthy
Are just that
Lies,
Untruths,
Un-Deserving Dragons
And Wolves
Of our attention
That need to be slain
To rescue
The inner children
Held captive
In our
Interior castles.
No child,
Those that live
Within us
Nor those that
Are of our blood
And community
Deserve to believe
That they are
Unworthy
And
Undeserving
Of happiness,
So how dare we
Do to ourselves
What we would
Never allow
To be done
To our external ones.
Gratitude are the
Bricks beneath
Our feet
Leading to
The golden city
Of our dreams,
And
Of the heaven
We seek
On Earth,
Our Happiness.
