Glass Barrier

You think
Given all of the positive events
Happening in my life
Lately I should be
Happy as a lark
Yet nothing could further
From the truth for me.

What other people call “normalcy”
Is but a dream for me
As I cannot remember
The last time
I was happy for more than
A few days.

Do not think
That I am nut or worse
Rather my equilibrium point
Falls just short of
What most other people
Describe as their own.

So even
When I am happy
I am depressed
By definition.

I long for the day
I will finally experience
What true happiness means
So I can
Savour the moment fully
With all of my senses.

Which others take
For granted
As they do not realize
What a true and valued gift
They process
Within themselves.

Until then
I must make-do
With the limited resources
Available to me.