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Most of my life I’ve waffled amongst

Pleasure, grief, or just unhappiness

But joy, in its truest sense of the word

Has always been rare and fleeting

At a very young age, I recognized this

And try as I might to explain it to others

My words often fell upon cynical ears

Love cannot exist without pure joy

That x factor lives outside our control

Yet, we can help heighten it for others

But never for ourselves, authentically      

Today I’ve realized all my lack of joy       

Is not of my doing or failures in life

Joy comes in due time… by special delivery


Poet of the Light © 2022


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