It's hard,
sometimes,
to keep happiness;
How do you hold it?
It is so fragile, it can break,
At any given moment,
Shatter, scatter,
It can explode onto others,
In fits of laughter,
It can implode in your tummy,
When all the right pieces
are finally fitting
together,
Further yet,
How can you keep another's happiness?
It is not yours to take,
or to make,
It is theirs and there alone
to be it's own,
And how could I hold your happiness?
Like a child held by a mother,
Or the way the sky cradles the moon at night,
In a warm blanket,
tucked close by my side,
Well,
I can't.
I thought I could,
I would hold everyone's happiness,
in my hands,
As strong as a mountain,
I'd stand.
But as day turns to night,
As ashes to dust,
Happiness must dim it's light,
To remind us it is fleeting,
It is sacred,
and no one else's
but yours to keep.
