happiness

From my oldest son…

| Laura Lee Bonde

Mom,

You are happy. Correction you are happiness. You create happiness for so many people around you. The influence you have is spread wide, and your love fills the hearts of so many people. Cancer will not define you; beating cancer will impact you. You will be stronger. You will be brighter. You will be able to impact more people than we ever thought. And yet; you will be Laura, you will be Mom, you will be you still. Negative emotions are apart of this just as they are in life but don’t let that make you think less of yourself. You deserve to feel all the emotions that come with it. There’s no need to fight it. We all know you will be stronger(again not sure how that’s even possible) so just go ahead and laugh. We all need your laugh.

I love you.

“The Real Deal”

| Laura Lee Bonde

happiness is a state of mind
and the only state i wanna live in

i can’t fake being happy
i can’t fake being sad
what you see is what you get
but i DO have a goal
to be more

i wanna be happy ALL the time
no matter what the circumstance
unless tragedy strikes of course

some say that’s impossible
but I say they’re wrong

from inside God’s heart
ALL things are possible
and looking inside God’s heart
there’s nothing to be unhappy about

making decisions creates a reality
and the way i react to that reality
can make a difference in the world
either good or bad

“Knowing Without Reading”

| Laura Lee Bonde

[written 8/10/16]

so often I read posts
of good things happening
of people doing well
happiness abound
and in the comments
I read
‘God loves you so much’
‘you’re His favorite’
etc

but if one’s discouraged
and reads of this love
are they left thinking
‘does He love me?’
not many posts of turmoil
have comments of
‘God loves you so much’
‘you’re His favorite’
etc

it’s better for one to know
who-they-are
and not go off of
how-they-feel
because
no matter what
‘God loves you so much’
‘you’re His favorite’
and more

“Lake Tides”

| Laura Lee Bonde

will I be found out
that I’m not happy
will the tears
show through my eyes
they’re like a river
always rising
above the dam
exploding through
drowning seeds
pulling up dirt
mixing the foundation
to look murky

will the murkiness show
without me writing?
will the mask of happiness
become all I know?

time to go put on a show
who put the dam there anyway