Could I be my own source of joy?
Can joy be me?
Is joy in me?
This whole time, have I been looking for something that's in me this whole time?
How can I extract it?
Embrace it?
Exude it?
Can I truly, indeedly be, joy?
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
