Within my fleeting moments of angst and strain,
when I have to look deep within myself,
I draw from a pool of joy that can only originate from one place.
I open the photo album in my memory
and search for the one face that can pull me from under those dark covers.
I seek out the look that shows me love in its purest form.
I find my happiness in that unwavering sense of devotion,
that loyalty that can bond friends forever.
The angst and strain melt away knowing this face will greet me.
She is my happy place.
Written for the 100 Word Song Challenge over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.