I Can’t Wish Myself into Joy
I was a girl at play,
buoyant with glee
simple things:
merry-go-rounds
pogo sticks
puppies.
Powerlessness
Pain
Exuberance
dwindled.
Years grew heavy,
humorless,
numb.
I can’t wish myself
into joy.
It must well from within –
lotus blossom through mud,
organic.
Sunlight streams hope
to my heart.
Quiescent petals unfold.
Perhaps today will be my day
to reclaim Laughter.
I Walk with a Limp 
Boy does joy have to well up within. It took me a long time to find joy again and even laughter but they pour forth from me now. It is a wonderful feeling to touch this joy and laughter mentally, physically and deep in my heart space. So grateful to you for the reminder. I am free despite my severe PTSD, Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia. To embrace it all with such tenderness and love is fully a gift in itself.
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You give me hope that there is hope. 🙂
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Laughter is a great release. There were times in the deepest, darkest times of processing all the memories that I would find you-tube videos of things that would make me laugh for that feeling of opposite emotion. Now it flows a lot easier, and will for you too my friend. ❤️
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You-tube videos are a good idea. I watch comedies, but most rarely make me laugh. I look forward to the day when the feeling of Lightness is my natural way of being. I am confident that I will get there. 🙂
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No doubt you will get there!! 😊
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