My Happiness is My Choice Poem

If I held back my smile 

If I tried to shade the sparkle in my eyes 

If I insisted it is black or white

Then my happiness would not be given a voice.

If I held a grudge 

If I refused to budge 

If I created enemies that didn't exist 

Then my happiness would be locked up with you, not me.

If I emptied a half-full glass

If I told the sun to stop shinning 

If I drew the thick drapes and called the day dismal

I would be placing my happiness in the hands of a few.

If I built virtual walls 

If I didn't embrace the powerful reminder

If I didn't bring a peace offering and leave it with grace

My happiness would be trapped in jail.

If I didn't give myself a chance

If I replaced youthful years with heavy tears

If I wore out my heart by rushing time

I would be saying my happiness isn't worth a dime.

If I broke the silence with wasteful words

If I told the stories that didn't need to be heard

If I kept holding on like a game of tug of war 

Then my happiness would be your victory prize.

If I sunk into the jet black

If you became the balance, my measuring scales

If I was forcing what wouldn't stay

I would be saying my happiness is lost, and that it's OK.

If I cried seven times when once could suffice

If I told myself I couldn't recover 

If I allowed cold sweats to become my shower

I would be saying my happiness is yours to keep.

If I couldn't walk to you and shake your hand

If I break down every time I stand

If I refuse to ever leave my house 

I would be throwing my happiness to the pigs.

If I ever caught a glimpse and sighed

If I could not look at you my dear in the eyes

If I put them on a pedestal

I would be implying that my happiness is your choice.

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