My Happy Place

My happy place lives in quiet light —

a peace so deep

I swear it alters my very cells,

teaching them how to breathe again,

how to remember what is whole.

I stumbled upon it

while wandering the inner landscape of my soul —

not searching, just listening,

until stillness opened its door.

Here, solitude feels like floating —

weightless, endless, safe.

Here, the heart expands

without needing to be understood.

Sometimes this place asks for truth,

and truth brings pain.

For knowing often costs something —

a tear, a letting go,

a realization that love and ache

were never meant to be separate.

Yet once you’ve tasted joy,

you never forget its flavor.

It lingers, like light on the tongue of the spirit,

calling you home whenever you drift too far.

And so I follow joy —

not as a destination,

but as a compass.

For wherever joy leads,

there I am —

already home,

already whole,

already in my Happy Place

already in my happy place.