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Happiness has Found Me

Updated on February 15, 2012
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Happiness has Found Me

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


The spring in my step

alerts me to a change in my demeanour.

I stop momentarily, frowning.

Surely I don’t feel happy?

Perhaps I’m mistaken; am I being frivolous?


I start walking, tentatively.

How did that happen

without my knowledge?

Are dark thoughts hidden in some recess,

waiting for this aberration to abate?


I just don’t feel right.

Maybe there’s a disaster about to inflict itself,

filling me with a false sense of security,

just before the explosion.

Paranoia takes hold and I turn quickly, scrutinising,

searching out the menace.


I stop again, alone, the air still.

There is this expectation of good,

flapping about in my heart,

like a fish out of water.

Again, a swell of happiness rises.


A smile invades my face,

stretching muscles that have always been still,

unused to this unlikely assault.

Introspection seems impossible,

bound in some thought of capture,

me being a weakened, smiling fool.


I walk on, this time swiftly,

trying to ignore the emotions that are jabbing at me,

desperately trying to turn me, excite me.

What have I done to attract this battering of the senses?

This tingling is beginning to annoy me.


I open my door and rush inside,

shutting it and hopefully keeping out this wave of, lightness.

There, on the hall table is a letter,

must be a bill of course.

I’m suddenly feeling better.


I tear it open and discover a cheque,

for two hundred dollars, no less.

I’ve won a lotto prize, I mumble.

That damned smile is creeping across my face again.

I drop the cheque and look up into nothing.


Goddamn it; there’s no escaping this thing.

I close my eyes and my heart slowly fills with

a hundred smiles.

I’m light and tingly and I feel like dancing.

Good God,

I’m happy!


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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Alastar, glad you connected.

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      Alastar Packer 6 years ago from North Carolina

      If the sub-consciousness knows all as some say, you were open enough to it for the over-ride of negativity. The proof perhaps, was in the pudding.