The Image Of Happy

There's an echo within my soul.
It's me, myself screaming.
The sound just bouncing off the walls.
No one seems to hear my screams.
Except for me.
They ring in my head.
There it was!
That glimpse!
I saw happiness.
It's so close.
An arms length away.
I reach, but hold back my all.
I sit back down.
Back into my little corner of hesitation.
But, I can't get rid if the image of that happy.
Can't help but think that I'm supposed to run after it.
So, I ponder some more.
Get distracted by the things of the world.
Then, I see the image of happy again.
Now, I'm stuck.
Stuck with one foot running to God - the happy.
The other foot planted in the world - the distraction.
I realize that I need to race towards the happy.
Towards God.
I start to run.
Running so fast, I feel like I'm flying.
There it is!
I can see it!
Feel it.
Embrace it.
The image of happy.
My wonderful God.
He has saved me from the world.
From the distractions.
I've gone all in.
Finally taken refuge in God - my rock.
Happy feels so good.
Feels so surreal.
But, it's the most fantastic thing I have ever felt.
The realness is indescribable.
I'm finally smiling.
Whoa, I wake up and have a smile on my face.
What was only a dream felt so real.
Perhaps it's in my future.
It's closer than what I think.
I just have to recklessly abandon.
I need to go all in.
So close.
Can't wait.