An ode to Joy
What do I know of Joy?
What right to smile.
How can I? In a world burning with pain.
As we rip and bite at one another like rats scurrying down a pipe dream.
Suffering rippling across the world like rain across a river.
As the burning sword of Damocles hovers overhead like a rotted vulture filling my heart with crushing dread as all I cherish fades from memory. The vacuum of life leaving me at my raw breaking point.
With a panicked breath of ignorance ready to blow away our world turned to ash and leave us scrambling forever in the dark, how can I smile?
She's there, my gilded lilly; brave, loving, and lovely. Although her voice may quiver and her knees shake, her foot is firmly planted unwilling to back down and she always speaks from her heart whether she quivers or not.
I may not have a torch to light the abyss that surrounds us but we walk hand in hand into the dark.