To those who think joy does not exist
I say consider this
when you are at your happiest
why does your chest feel light?
a sudden space of emptiness
longing to be full
loveliness it can't resist
a deep magnetic pull

Yet while passing through your darkest hours
a heaviness grows there
horrible pressure pushing down
your chest weighted with depair
it settles so deeply in
you feel there is no room
no reason to continue on
a wish for ending soon

So if you think joy does not exist
and say the same for pain
then tell me why oh unbeliever
the two can never feel the same?

Exactly what is it
what can be
the source of a soul's gravity
lovely light lifting up
deep darkness pushing down
delightfull oceans in which to swim
smothering oceans that surely drown

Joy spreads wings that lift us
hate's pressure, her dark twin
the vacancy they fill the same
the difference dwells within

01/22/2006