A poem on joy.
- Corey Ponder
- Sep 25, 2023
- 1 min read
Against the
Battles we face in
Crests and troughs, I
Depend on Joy.
Every time I
Feel myself
Giving in to
Hopelessness.
I implore
Joy to visit me;
Keep me company.
Light the darkness.
Manifest in me.
New energy to
Operate on
Perilous seas.
Quiet and quell
Rough waves.
Slow nature's pulse
To a steady caress
Undulating gracefully on my
Voyage through variable tides.
Waves suddenly feel
Xenial and kind as I
Yield to Joy’s nudge —
Zephyr to my sails.