happy.
I’m happy,
You’re happy
I’m happy,
You’re happy
I mean it
But I’m sadden
To see that you are happy
While I sit on the sidelines
Watching you happy
I can’t help but smile
Then I cry
as I drive away
What a waste
to live your life
Wishing for them to stay.
TODAY’S REFLECTION
I wrote this poem in my early twenties, while watching a movie and feeding off the emotion of the characters. At the time, it wasn’t my story—but I challenged myself to write from a place of empathy, and this was the result. It felt short, maybe even unfinished. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. But I’ve learned that every piece—raw, real, polished or not—has its place. What’s “incomplete” to me may be the exact thing someone else needs.
So I’m sharing this poem, just as it is. Uncut. Honest.
And the truth is—while it wasn’t my story then, it has since become a part of my lived experience. I have had to watch people I love find happiness without me. I’ve genuinely smiled for them while hurting in private. And what I’ve learned, especially through reading the Word, is that sometimes love means letting go.
Sometimes, the most Christ-like thing you can do is release someone you care for—not because you stopped loving them, but because God is calling them (or you) elsewhere. Sometimes space is necessary. Sometimes healing happens apart.
And yes, it hurts. My flesh misses them. My heart mourns the closeness. But I’ve come to understand:
You can still love someone and let them go. You can still be genuinely happy for them—even when their joy doesn’t include you.
I believe God is the author of all of our stories. He writes every chapter with intention. So who am I to deny what the Lord can do? Who am I to interrupt someone else’s assignment because my emotions want to hold on? I’ve learned that denying the flesh is not just about temptation—it’s about surrender.
If someone’s peace means I have to step back—then I will. I’ll cry. I’ll grieve. But I’ll also bless them and keep praying for them. Because that’s who I’m called to be. And even in heartbreak, I can still choose joy.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” - Psalm 34:18