A Happy Poem

Most of what I write
Is scattered stanzas of Sadness
All of what I write
I write to let emotion wash over me

A friend said
Just a few hours ago
“I like this one,
But can you show me a Happy poem?”

I know the forms pain takes
A wave, a scar, a bird
I know how to hold it in a metaphor
And tie it up with rhyme

But when it comes to Happiness
It’s not something I know best

I’ve seen it written
As a ray of sun, a skipping heart
Amalgamations of excitement and light
I don’t find many memories that match

Maybe it’s because, unlike Sadness
I don’t stop to listen when it crashes
Or feel the need to write it’s edges
And wax poetic about it’s plumage

Maybe it’s because, unlike Sadness
I aspire to it
Some write Happiness as a rainbow
While I may write it as a pot of gold

Maybe it’s because, like Sadness
Happiness takes many forms
It’s a sleeping fawn in a golden glade
While its a fire-lit room of laughter

Something I’ve noticed
In writing these lines:
Happiness and Sadness rhyme
More than they contradict

“I don’t think I have many of those”