Joys Fight

I let myself feel too joyous.
Pain relished in
tormenting and reminding me.
Of all my salty agonies.

In me there is a deadly poisonous garden
behind every joyous wall.
My thoughts are scratched by a vine
of gigantic thorns.
Tearing holes in my scars.


Joy fights for survival
but she's wounded bad.

I stop.
I embrace the uninvited, unwanted emotions.
Ask them if they would mentor me.
I walked into pains room.
I can't tell you what I learned.
You have your own journey to follow.

But deep inside joy smiled
Intent to thrive.....