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.
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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