Yellow Paint, Like Van Gogh

Yellow Paint, Like Van Gogh

A Poem by AmeliaGerhardt

What that makes us happy 
does not first tear us apart?

Who is so naive to believe in a world 
where anything is free?

Yellow paint does not carry
the same nutritional value
as that you eat to survive

Though it is bright,
it will not grant you the 
gaiety you long for,

it will not grant you the
wholeness you beg for,

without first sending your
body into shock.

No, 
happiness is not free

for it begs of years of understanding

years of fooling ourselves into happiness

before it will grant us 
peace.

© 2018 AmeliaGerhardt


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AmeliaGerhardt
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