When Seeking Joy

For some people, it’s harder. 

In a day where mental illness 

And abuse rates seem ever-rising, 

Life can be so dark 

And confusing for some. 

 

Do you know that one day

You could feel as great

As you do horrible now? 

I’m sensitive,

It’s not a crime. 

 

I vomit when dehydrated 

And cry when sleep-deprived. 

I need to work a little harder than others to feel good, 

But that’s not a crime,

It’s not a deterrent. 

I just work harder. 

 

Because it’s worth it. 

 

When I feel joy,

I feel it in my toes 

And can’t help but dance.

 

When I feel joy,

I feel it in my belly

And I want to cook a feast to share.

 

When I feel joy, 

I feel it in my back 

And I want to carry 

the burdens of others. 

 

When I feel joy,

I feel it in my arms

And anyone can have a hug. 

 

When I feel joy, 

I feel it in my hands 

That I may write to reach the world,

And in my fingers

That I may point out the truth. 

 

When I feel joy, 

I feel it in my throat

And open up and sing. 

I feel it in my face,

That I may light up a room. 

 

And that’s worth the extra work,

It’s worth the extra pain,

That I may give hope to someone,

That I may be the light I sought. 

 

I can’t ignore my joy

With sullied hopes

And withhold it from the world.

 

So desperately I need

The light I’m trying to shine,

So it’s worth the discomfort,

Pain of stretching

Where I just might not be enough,

Not yet. 

What do you think?