What is this feeling
In which I find myself tied
The absence of delight
Of magic , when I feel mystified
what is this abyss
in which I find myself falling
the fear of not being at the top forever
the terror of loss, of failing
the immense sense of the personal
the grief showcased in the open
is the act of catharsis
not one of being broken
what life teaches us
is that it’s not a pantomime
that not all music has rhythm
that not all poems rhyme
the dew drop on the morning leaf
the sun kissed morning of joy
are the little gifts of heaven
of happiness from the sky
I feel pain, I cry, I seek joy
In life and its daily grind
But that is what makes it worthwhile
Isn't that life’s greatest find!
