Staring at the sun.

How do you know, if you are happy?
-If those years of pain have finally ended?
How can you have that happiness,
without fear that pain will return?

Those little thoughts that bed themselves into the unreachable parts of our brain,
There to stay, reminders forever.
Staring happiness in the face and questioning wether this is it.
Is this it?

How can anyone live,
Without living in fear?

How can I?

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

These are surely questions that everybody who goes through a rough time asks themselves eventually. The first four lines really spoke to me, since I can kind of relate to them(only slightly). You have written something great here. Keep up the good work! :)

[Katie]

Its a very interesting poem about fear of never truly being happy. I kind of wish that you could of written it a little longer.
Here is a random quote
"Sometimes the question are complicated and the answer are simple."
Dr. Seuss

[Confuser]

ayejodie: I thought it was well written and loved the descriptions and details expressings pain and overcoming fear. The words and your use of language is great. It does burn re: title...We all go through pain and heartache that leave us a little wiser. Life is the hard stuff, but it is worth it. Thank you so very much. Great work! Dale

[ayejodie]

Thank you very much for the lovely review dale! :)

[Confuser]

You're welcome! Dale

[Tom McRoberts]

I like it. It could probably do with being a little longer, so you've the time to express in a little more detail how exactly happiness depends on fear. The choice of title is wonderful though, very evocative, and I LOVE the rearranged words 'this is it/is this it?' Great stuff.