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.