
My joy returned home
after her restless
sabbatical with weeping warriors
dripping their dreams
into the leopard wide-oceans
panting to quench, a single thirst
This time my joy will be more
than the joy I remember …
I said my goodbye- too many times
to misery and company
the joy, I let you have
I wouldn’t want it back even if you paid me
My joy, shaved her head bald
after mommy, found out about her cancerย
My joy, is a survivors’ joy
My joy, has danced with angels
said her prayers with the saints
shed her bread of tears with the ain’t’s
My joy, is shut up in my bones – like fire -joy
laughing, the good laugh, on the right side, my belly-ache
my joy holds me down til there -are no-more- rivers
Yes! “No more rivers to cross”
that’s my Joy
Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
A perfect picture of survivor’s joy, that strange sibling to survivor’s guilt.
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Girl laugh that belly aching laugh. ๐๐ ๐คฃ You deserve to when you recapture your joy! AMEN!!! ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ
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Amen! thank you Kym๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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You are absolutely welcome Krissy! โจ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐บ๐ถ
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