Why is it so easy to describe pain
and so difficult to capture happiness?

Is contentment just that boring and
bland, an emotional vanilla?

Is sorrow simply deeper, more complicated?    
I find it so frustrating; I can reveal

My darkest moments, but I struggle   
with the words for joy and bliss.

And while I’d like to share, mostly
I want to float on top of this feeling,

Drift along as far as it will take me,     
then drown beneath its frothy surface.

And there – suddenly I can picture it,    
a bubbling river of happiness that I have

Accidentally stumbled into, tickling my feet    
and gently lapping to my knees.

I have only to give myself completely,
dive in and see where I surface.