The Simple Joy of Joy

My stomach begins to tighten, hurt,

I can’t bring myself to care,

Holding my sides through my shirt,

As I’m gasping desperately for air.


Doubling over on the ground,

Streaks of tears roll down my face

As my brain rolls round and round,

No longer concerned with grace.


I don’t remember what was said

To cause me this trouble internally.

The moment stretches in my head,

I’d like to live in it for eternity.


Sharing laughter with my friends,

Burying our stress with the sound,

Our faces scrunched, hearts being mend,

Listening to the rythm of our joy pound.

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