When I am happy

I forget

to remember all the bad.

The oblivious blissfulness is a wrap

I clutch

keeping me comfortable.

Reality is a tool

I wrench

in order to restrain.

Never succumbing to surrender

I falter

postponing the nice

little life.

When I am happy

I remember.

Nothing is perfect.

Poem copyright 2008; photography copyright 2005,  Sally Stephens