’sometimes misery can be soul deep’
….then so can happiness.
i refuse to be swayed.
this is what i want.
a little uncertainty. a little chaos.
a little mystery.
a little courage to take a little risk.
something that resembles a break-up, a death in the family, a post that made me cry.
yet, there are strawberries at the galadari, and friends to meet for lunch.
there is still family that sits in the next room, waiting to love me.
there is still a little hope, for a little change, a little happiness.
and there will always be misery,
great, racking misery that moves me from the inside.
yet hand in hand, there will be unstinted joy,
moments of sheer delirium or of quiet contentment,
of wholesome comfort or of ecstatic momentum.
it’s all there.
waiting to be discovered.
waiting to be felt.
