Happy Place

The tale of a secret place, harken to none.

 An unknown area,  exclusive to one.

The journey there can be quite hilly,

moreover, when I reach the summit, it gets rather silly.

 

Stress is a devil, a demon of sort,

however, his control is short.

 

How do I get there? It is a daunting task.

When my journey completes, I usually laugh.

A powerful storm, I guide with my might,

next is the hills; the place is in sight!

Into the tunnel, of many dark thoughts,

after the tunnel, I just; stop.

 

I take a deep breath, and close my eyes, 

so when they open; a pleasant surprise!

For this place was my mind, and I have no regrets; 

many evil thoughts, I soon forget. 

In the end, the strongest force is yourself,

to bring yourself happiness, without any help.

 

 

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