Happiness

There are sometimes days

on which I'll awaken

with a good feeling 

often I'm mistaken

as to what it is

but then I'll realize

as I stare into the mirror

that no tears dot my eyes

the confidence I would have

and the absence of weight

on my shoulders

would actually create

a small smile

spreading across my face

even after several moments

it'll stay in place

I didn't know it then

but that feeling had a name

it's called happiness

it's a tender flame

that lights one up

from the inside

but by the end of the day

that pretty fire died

I may be young

but I do know for sure

happiness is something precious

so innocent and pure