All I know about joy is that it comes in the morning
I’ve felt overwhelmed with happiness as soon as night surrendered to day
All I can say about joy is that it comes after mourning
I’ve always experienced it this way

I choose joy over envy
I choose to nurture my grass green
I cannot focus on how close I keep my enemies
I aim to be grateful in all things

Some days I struggle to connect with and articulate how I feel
Trauma response stuffs emotions deeper than I can reach
Other days I am an open book of psycho babble , terminology and dreams
One day my words will have the power to manifest true joy through my will
Life has a vision for every lesson it has to teach
Every day I take a moment to bask at the beauty of creation and how the joy joy joy in nature screams screams screams at me