Fading

Happiness doesn't seem to like to stick around -
the smiles come and go as they please.
The fluttering of my heart,
the bubbly noise in my chest,
is fading as the days go by -
the bubbles are lessening
and the heart returns to a level throb.

I don't want to go back to the corner,
curled up under the sheets
and avoiding, avoiding.
I like being able to hold my head high,
to smile and mean it for once,
rather than just scraping by.

Is there a way to balance
the smiles with the hiding?
To share the bubbles,
the laughs,
the grins,
amidst the tears and stiffness?

I like smiling.
I like being me.
I found me again.
Don't let me lose her.