Nature

There is levity in sorrow
and laughter in pain,
a smile to be had in the wake of heartache.

Through the deceptive fog of tears
there is life on the other side,
a corporeal terminus to the mist.

There is comfort in the terror
and perseverance despite fear,
a drive within the bones to find the joke in the anguish.

It is too easy to dwell where shadows hide us,
too risky to speak the truth.
But moving on never means forgetting.

It's a compulsion that sweeps us into our compulsory misfortunes,
requisite vexations,
and the crippling disappointments.

But there is always hope in our failings,
a thrill to the struggle,
and the potential for desire freshly sparked.