Poems are known to be depressing
And that is the truth
Everyone knows it
Everyone has written one.

I will admit I have written several
It just makes you feel like you are doing something more productive
than wallowing in self pity
But what about the happy ones?

The ones that instead of making you shed a tear
Make you smile from ear to ear.
The ones that rhyme
and talk about a love that's lasted the length of time.

The ones that make you warm
And in your stomach butterfly's swarm
And everything seems colorful
and life is plentiful.

The ones that talk the greatness of life
O'how grand it is and always has been.
How possibilities are endless and
Dreams can come true.

But there are naysayers
But there are people who prefer darkness
But there are people who despise light
But they don't need to twist your thoughts.

Their thoughts can drag you down with them
They can twist our minds.
But.

Get rid of the negative thoughts.
Try bringing them up with you
Show them lightness and how if you dream hard enough
The sun can shine!

The Author's space consisted of lavender walls.
Hardwood Floors.
A stack of books for the night stand.
Coffee stained mugs on the dining table.

It had paintings of all sorts.
Not yet bloomed plants scattered here and there.
An orange Afghan lay across the leather couch.
Muddied boots by the door.

Now the author's house.
A whole other story.
Blank white walls.
White carpeted floors.
Clean tables.
Glass nightstands.

But as the Author wrote in his notebook.
The white velvet couch changed to worn leather.
His Styrofoam cup turned to stained ceramic.
His glass nightstand now old paperbacks.

His  imagination now working wonders.