Happy

I don't have any words edging their way through my lips, 

desperate for the light of day. 

Here, now it is just me 

and my contentment. 

Real contentment. 

Not through wealth

 or status

 or love, 

but all these things,

in the exact measure and type they are supposed to be 

for me right now.

Everything is perfect. In its imperfection. Including me.

No languishing fears, 

no deep psychological disease. 

Just me and the sunshine. 

Passing our time idly. 

Trying everyday,

a little more, 

to eek out progress, 

in one way or another, 

compounding pieces 

in aggregate, 

towards a life of success.

Funny though,

with all this sunlight

how much you can miss the dark.