Well, this is my first non-depressed poem, its not happy, but I think it has a sense of freedome to it. I actually wrote this while I was running, but its meant a little more metaphorically
In a creative mood, I offered to write out a 'fragment' of a poem and show it to a friend. By the time I was done writing I had the whole thing. Edited the last couple lines and voila.
The house was quiet at midnight. I could find nothing else better to do than to listen to my boyfriend breathe on the phone. I tip-toed up to my room and stuffed my head under some blankets to drown out my voice when I talked. He was busy watching TV, and I hated being ignored. So I rambled on these simple words and decided to write them down. I thanked him after being so quiet.