A happy poem

I want so much to write a happy poem.
I know I have it in me.
I am not always sad,
Hopeless,
And grim.
I know I laugh.
I have heard myself.
I have smiled.
I saw myself.
I have touched others
And made a difference.
I have stood in darkness
Fearless and worn.
But flowers and beauty in general
Seem so passing.
I can be happy for minutes
But desultory for years.
I want so much to write a happy poem
But I don’t know where to start.