Happiness Is Fragile

Happiness is fragile
Effervescent and pale
I wanted to keep this precious thing
But like a flame, it died and fell.

I wandered and wept,
Cried and saw
That sadness would
Embrace me
When it seemed
None would at all.

I swam, then sank
In melancholy depths
I thought that I had reached the end
And my secrets would be kept.

Drowning in my darkest hour
Plagued and broken
I hoped and prayed
For some good power
For kind words to be spoken.

Then, I felt a flame within my chest
And I reached the surface of the water
My answer said, “Go, and do your best -”
“And be proud that you’re my daughter”.


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