What?

Happiness?
Do i find myself without a reason to lament?
Where are my mountainous mole-hills?
Whose life is this?
Ah! I claim it as my own!!
Hallelujah blue skies! For once I see not hope in the future, but blessing in the now!
When the next dark day comes, I can rejoice knowing I am blessed. I will store up every happy moment in the dungeons of my soul, where nothing can access them. And when I need them, I will delve deep and coax them out to caress every so often.
thank you God, for giving me a break.