Why do words get put on paper at moments of despair?
When it’s a race between the ink and the tears
to transfer their essence to the page?
Aren’t the giddy moments to be memorialized?
Isn’t delight worthy of choice phrases?
True elation – a moment in time
when your heart could burst and spill the joy
as far as the edges of your universe.
Fragments of time to be savored
And later reviewed with fresh pleasure.
With deepest meaning of their own
and needing no embellishment
to sparkle in the gloom of winter
to keep you company with warmth engendered
from treasured artifacts.
Happiness is not simply the absence of pain
It is a balance of accepting what is
while maintaining a tenuous grip on what could be
of comfort in your true persona
of knowing how to love.
And when, combined with long awaited
declarations and promise of new directions
your heart gets to that bursting point
Catharsis is as close as a pen or keyboard
expression venting the swell of feeling.
Preferable to indiscriminate disclosure
The wrong word in the wrong ear
Longer lasting reminder of
an exquisite moment,
part of your special history.
The Spirit of the Goddess 