Joy

Desirable

Zealously pursued; seldom attained

A rare temptress is she

 

Hold too tight and she disappears

A fine mist

in the pre-dawn of the

summer

scorcher

 

Hold loosely and she vanishes

beneath worries

Concerns

Frustrations

troubles

 

No, she is fleeting

A vague notion, few of us are cognizant we even have…

 

… until she

has fled

And we remain.

Troubled.

In the dark.

 

With only the memory

of happier times

Just passed…

 

And regretful

at how oblivious we were.

 

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This is just a little something I wrote a while back. It felt like it wanted an audience 🙂

Have a great day, dear Reader!

— KRidwyn