Happiness!
Where did I find this?
This wasn’t meant for me.
This wasn’t a part of the plan…
Fate is baffled.
And I smile and I dance, and I love.
Where does that fire come from?
From the feeling of never letting anyone feel the way I once felt.
Joy!! JOY!!!! PURE JOY!!
The morning light that bleeds out after what feels like an eternity of anything but it.
How did I find this?
I sometimes fear that it’ll be taken away from me…
But then I realize. It is me.
It is I. I am joy.
I am hope.
I am peace.
I had it when I had nothing. When I starved…
I have it when I have what seems to be the bare minimum.
How? How does this joy keep growing…?
Because it knows what the deepest depths of sorrow look like.
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