Happiness makes for a boring poem

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.