Happiness is early morning on the dock watching the mist curl up from still deep water, a bright, bold sunrise reaching up above the treeline. Happiness is sails unfurled, plump with wind and promise.
Happiness is starting up after the first tap of the key, black asphalt reaching to the setting sun; nothing but time and fuel.
Night falls. I ponder the thick stars and sleep welcomes me without memories that still haunt behind closed eyes.
Small arms curl tight around my neck and tiny kisses are planted on my face. A surge of pride and fear as I return the hug, hoping I feel strong to them, rooted and unafraid.
Do not fear my little ones, I will hold this entire world together so you can grow tall in the sun.
Stretched thin between these moments, is life as I live it.
Quiet, brooding, broken and alone.
A strong, bright, smiling lie.
“I’m fine”.
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