This Thing Called Bliss.

What is it really, this thing called bliss?

Sometimes, I just think that I’ll just give it a miss.

You try your best to get it, through so many gimmicks,

You try so many times, like five or even six,

You even begin to wonder, ‘someone must be taking the piss’.

No one ever told you, that it would be as tough as this,

You endure so many things: every challenge, insult or diss,

You try to make some situations work, and the others, you dismiss,

Until one day everything clicks, drawing you out of the abyss,

And the joy you feel envelopes you, like a very gentle kiss.

©Ivie M. Eke 2016.