THE HAPPIEST OF THEM ALL — Summary

Illusive whiteness covers the ground on the happiest of them all. Fantastic. Festive. Familiar. Where there are joyful faces, lit with expectation, lit with innocence and hope. Where there is wishful thinking and dreaming, perhaps, for the daylight to make all their needs into flesh and blood. Flesh. And blood.

On the happiest of them all, the fog, the dim light, the cold silent darkness is subduing the image. My image.

On the happiest of them all, my bones ache and my muscles are tearing. I apologize. For you to have remembered the features of my face. For kind, soft words we've spoken so many times. For being the representation of a lot less than you deserve.

I apologize. Because I'm not strong enough and I'm giving in so soon in this fight. Because I have even thought of beginning the fight I cannot win. The light illumimated the wrong pair of eyes, the sparks you may see are just as fake as cheap Nike. Lower than feet, lower than earth to walk on, lower than even the smallest hopes that have been put upon such wavering shoulders.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried. I should have denied. Or shouldn't have lived this life.

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The poem sets two worlds side by side. On "the happiest of them all," the speaker sees a bright, festive scene: white-covered ground, hopeful faces, people dreaming that their needs might come true. The title suggests a holiday, though the poem never names one. Meanwhile the speaker is cut off from all that warmth. Fog, dim light and cold darkness "subdue" their image, and their body aches and tears.

What follows is a string of apologies. The speaker says sorry for being less than the others deserve, for being weak, for giving up so quickly, and even for thinking about a fight they feel they can't win. They call themselves fake, like "cheap Nike," and sink lower than the ground itself.

The ending is the darkest part. "I shouldn't have tried" and "shouldn't have lived this life" suggest deep hopelessness and possibly thoughts of ending life. The mood is heavy, guilty and lonely, made sharper by the cheerful setting it contrasts with.

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