The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves
I wrote this poem, sadly, because of a conversation with a person who is dear to me that was experiencing feelings of giving up because of recent circumstances in his life.As we talked, he asked me what empathy meant. I explained it’s meaning. His tears moved me to realize that is what he was looking for, and not finding it, he was too weak to continue his search. The poem is written to express his feelings. However, I have hope that my actions and prayers will be the helping hand he needs at this time.