Am a little afraid
To allow myself
To be happy.
Sometimes
I pass up moments
Of joy
Because I am afraid
They will not last.
Because I am afraid
The joy's not real.
Because I am afraid
I will emerge
From that golden moment
Only to find myself
Plunged into darkness
Again.
But sometimes
I realize
That I must savor my joy.
I must seize the moment
And let the happiness
Surround me
And encase me
And fill me up
However much it may.
For I know
Happiness
Will not stick around
Permanently--
But a drop here
And a drop there--
Even for a moment,
Even in the middle of
The gloom--
Even a single drop
Of happiness
Is potent
And beautiful.
So I will take in each ounce
Each fragment
Each shard.
And I will savor
And smile
And press on
Through the next patch of darkness
Until I reach
The light of joy
Again. 🌲💚
