When Blah Met Joy

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There once was a girl named Blah.

She lived with her Mom and Da.

Her life was quite boring

Her countenance storming

Because she’d no reason to “Hah!”

Each day was just like the other

School, work, and helping her mother

Her friends were quite dull

She lived in a lull

And change? She just couldn’t bother.

Then along came a girl named Happy.

Her clothes were really quite snappy.

She had pep in her step

And a super high rep

She told Blah, “You’re sure acting crappy!

Quite being a Gloomy Gus

And downing the rest of us!

Paste on a smile

Giggle a while

And stop making such a fuss.”

So Blah tried her best to fit in

Wearing her fake plastic grin

And it started to work

She felt herself perk

Like life was starting to begin

But Happy soon went on her way

Claiming that she couldn’t stay

Leaving Blah all alone

Her storm having grown

Because Happy had gone away

So in and out Happy would float

Like a storm toying with a small boat

Tossing Blah up and down

With a  grin and a frown

Making her feel like a dote

But one day when Happy was gone

Leaving Blah with her face rather drawn

Came a girl named Joy

With a smile quite coy

Who said, “Will you be Blah very long?”

Blah scoffed and said, “Of course, no!

I can be happy, if you must know!

But when Happy’s not here

I’m Blah again, I fear.

When she’s gone, I’m always so low.”

Joy tilted her head and sighed.

“That just makes me want to cry!

To never quite know

How your day will go

If you will be low or high.”

“How else could it be, strange girl?

In this topsy turvy kind of world?

Happy comes and goes

And nobody knows

What circumstances will be unfurled.”

“I know,” said Joy, kind of quiet

“Something different, if you want to try it.

Certain and sure

Consistent and pure

I’m selling and you can buy it.”

Blah cried, “I want Happy back!”

Joy gave her own head a smack.

“Happy won’t stay

Day after day

You’d notice, if you kept track.

But me? I’m here till the end

A truly reliable friend

No feelings of fluff

I’m here when it’s tough

A truly different kind of trend.”

“But will you still make me smile?

Like Happy did for a while?

My troubles aside

Until she’d fly

Whenever my life faced a trial?”

“But I’m not Happy, I’m Joy.

And nothing can destroy

The peace I give

If you want to live

More than as Happy’s little toy.”

Blah asked, “So no Happy feelings?

Like I want to bounce through the ceiling?”

Joy smiled and said,

“More than feelings. Instead

Something that’s really quite healing.

I am here when life gets tough

When you feel like you’ve had enough

An assurance that claims

There’s sun after the rain

And helps you not fly off the cuff.”

Just then, Happy did come back

Giving Blah’s back a friendly-like slap

“Did you miss me, friend?

Let’s start again

Because I know you hate feeling like crap.”

Blah looked then between the two.

And she knew just what she would do.

“Happy, I’m done

We’ve had our fun

But our rollercoaster life is through

I’m ready for something real

That circumstances can never steal

It’s not of this world

This Joy of a girl

And it’s not something I can feel

But she’s Someone I can know

And day by day I’ll grow

In her stable, safe peace

And her calm, quiet feast

That nothing in life overthrows.”

Hand in hand they went, Joy and Blah.

Blah still had her Mom and her Da.

Life hadn’t changed

But she’d rearranged

Her heart, which was a great “Ah-ha!”