Happy
By Gwendolyn Burton
Being happy in prison. When I first had an issue with the idea of being happy in prison, all I could think about was all the hurt I had, the things going on, and why the heck would I be in here and happy!? After being here for a long time and started to feel a little more at ease with my issues, I realized that there are different versions of happiness. And it’s up to us to choose that version. Being happy is internal as well as external, and the things that bring about these feelings can be as small as a flower, or as huge as a memory. When I smell a certain scent, hear a particular song, or see a certain movie, I become happy. Happy because I know exactly where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing at that precise moment each thing took place. I know that no matter my age, those are moments of happiness that I will always hold dear. I have been away from my family for almost 10 years now and the days that draw closer to re-uniting with them is a whole other type of happy. I patiently and impatiently wait for the day to come and make me the happiest I’ve been in far too long.
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