and the ability to embrace that joy
seems to slip from your hands as if those charms
become like roadmarkers in your distorted sideview
mirrors. Trying to milk human kindness
from the swollen teat of reality gets harder
as the lactate begins to dry up.
Joy seems so overrated in that moment
of ill-decision. Removing yourself
does not render a solution, yet
you walk away anyway. Maybe someday
you will come to know joy and rejoice,
even if it doesn't smack you in the head.
**
From "Quickly's Winter Doldrums" - Jan. 17, 2016:
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