joie de vivre

Cusping

Onto a careening future

And while walking in this foyer, this drawbridge of finally surpassing grief

I kick the ground to make sure it’s still firm

It’s the rock I want

And not the sand

It’s the stones I hope to feel beneath my feet and not the rip currents of

Before

Truly

Peaceful serenity…this roadtrip of my life

And I stand so grateful

So thrilled—I think

At, existing

My see-saw heart that tilts too often towards sadness

Is seeking

Sweet

Is seeking

The hyssop

The keeps the healing streaming through

And

While I may not run and soar and touch the tendrils of a cloud

I can gerber daisy glow

I can

Me.

This time.

I want to.

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