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 melancholic 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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