What is happiness?

Happiness is waking up,
smiling like you kissed paradise
in the dream of the night.
It is loving the morning you've
always despised.

Happiness is the sudden
realization of the unconscious
smile that's smeared on your cheeks.
It is acting like a clown.

Happiness is dancing while
doing the chores.
It is being filled with tremendous
energy to want to set everything
right.

Happiness is staring at
a blank page for days.
It is not knowing what to write
about because you're too
elated.

And this one is what I dread:
to trade the moon that has
embraced me,
to trade the nights where the
ceiling got tired of my stares,
to trade the dark that comforted me
for a little glimpse of light.

I do not know how to be happy
without feeling I've done a great
injustice to the universe.
I'm in constant penitence
for these empty pages.

I have survived the ocean;
I fear I cannot survive the shore.

~ Myra