Happiness Made Not Found

She dusts her memories
with thoughts and prayers
for those she left behind.
Longing for them like ebb and tide.

She spins looms of love
laden with smiles and hope
And somersaults days into nights
tossing her old life into a new one

She may not be Dorothy
but she clicks her heels
until you hear her cares fall
This is how it feels to be reborn.

As she skips down the road
you can see good make out with bad
faster than her heart beats
to dreams lifting her spirit away

If you ask her where she’s going
she’d say unto better winds
for she has adjusted her sails.
Ahoy, she’s found her happiness

With only her hands for paddles
forward is her destination.
She steers faith’s rudder
to reason a truth that sets her free!

Come what may rain or shine
her smiles will unfold stories
only she can tell with strides
of happiness made not found!

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