Rejoice

I woke up smiling today,
for the first time in a long time.
As of late, I've been depressed occasionally:
          it's just something I've come to expect
          from my life since then.
But much of the time, I'm okay.
Even though I'm decent, rarely am I exceptionally happy.

Yet today,
I woke up smiling.
I actually woke up in a good mood.
I looked at my watch, and said:
          "Wow. It's never been good
to be 7:30 before."
But today it was.
Today I was glad,
and I fairly glided from my room.
I didn't mind the time,
I didn't mind the cold,
I didn't mind the classroom
The stuff I was told.
It was all okay,
Everything was fine.
I had found something glorious,
and even though my conscious
had not yet registered this fact,
a part of me knew.
          And rejoiced.