It's hard to explain but I'm happy.

Happy I'm alive and happy
to be educated. Happy to have food,
a home and a home house.
I love my family and I
am saturated with light and life and
I am impossibly happy.
But I'm empty. Just a case of bones
and sequins—
without your arms around me to hold in my insides
I am a half me, but still ******* happy.