Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

Fresh cut flowers are pleasant, but the happiness That comes from maintaining and cherishing An item with vulnerability Seems to last longer.

But when your negativity Starts to seep into my well being That is when I have to Let go.

Ponder, my love. Think about the trees, The air, The sky, And its breeze. Tell me this existence is not a theory, But a miracle.

Everything about you was mesmerizing, Like a summer’s sunset, Or a full moon on a clear night.

Breathable moments Are only remembered When anxiety has struck, And has taken the privilege of air. I am alone, grasping at my ribs, Pleading myself to breathe, As my mind has made me believe That I am being suffocated By the walls around me.

The sun will rise through the ashes Of the night, And it will bring a new feeling for us. We will know that all the struggles Only made us stronger.