I wonder what happiness is,
Because I do not believe I have ever felt it.

Is it the smiles that don't escape
and the tears I've never cried?

Is it the hole I feel within me
or the brightness at times?

Is it what I have been missing in life?

Is it beauty?
Is it trust?
Is it opposite sadness?
--Love?

Is is remembering the pain,
knowing something better came of it?

Or is it pretending the bad didn't happen,
as if a cure.

Is it why I'm writing my thoughts
and acknowledging what I believe is to come of life?

Or is it a subtle plea,
for more meaning...in mine.