They said “choose to be happy.”
Like a switch
To be turned off.
As if I could find a time machine
To another time
When I was chasing stars.
Running barefoot
On beaches
In-between breaths
Waves of memories
Crashing,
Pounding,
Drowning my fears.
Or a melody on the radio
That could lull me to sleep.
Then discover
A guardian angel
To remove the storm clouds.

Words float like notes
An orchestra of what ifs
Rise
And
Fall
Unreachable.

Doubt is anything but easy
When you cannot choose
What to believe.