Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Chase

I stop
Move slowly and quietly
Maybe if I am undetected
I can sneak up on Happy
Happy comes and goes freely
Just as we get close
It slips away
And Calm runs right after it
I quit
And decide to take a seat
I am tired
And my breaths are short
I sit quietly
Tuning out the world
As I sit
 I think
About the tornadoes
I have stood through
The storms I have weathered
Then I look to my left and right
To see Happy and Calm sitting
On either side of me
I sigh deeply
And sit

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