What consumes us is said to make us stronger,
But calamity paralyzes in the moment,
And slips off in quiet steps
Leaving the door slightly ajar
To slip in and out carefree.
Happiness may flit in between
But still it remains,
The grief and darkness which never fully vanishes.
We are dangerous beings–
To build and plant despair long after
The seeds were sown,
Wishing for that joy to return.
Still, we dismiss everything to know sorrow
Because it is only this that reminds us
That we are truly alive.
Though, what would come if we allowed happiness to consume us,
Would we yearn for that pain,
To remind us that once, we were happy?