Happiness

• Mikaela Borgas, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2012

Happiness grew like a vine inside of me.
You gave me water.
You gave me sunshine.
The roots grew from somewhere inside my chest,
and twisted through my ribcage.
The vine spread along my limbs,
even reaching my fingertips;
sometimes brushing others as they passed.
Gently, flowers produced from under my
palms. I gave some back to you,
and some to others (it felt wrong not to share).
And I watched, as vines started to grow in those people.
One day, I hope everyone will have flowers
growing from their vines.
Wouldn’t that be nice?