announcing the way, clearing a path
bright, despite the obstacles
all that stands in between
I block my own forward movement, at times
standing in the way of myself
leaning out, not in
willing myself to not be happy
as if a sign of weakness
it’s coming together though
a theme, mounts on the horizon and bursts into song
     joy is not a sin nor is it a detriment
how could I not accept such news
this thought, this outlandishly beautiful proposal
I am so often afraid
the closer I dance towards it, the harder I will fall if I fail
what a cycle, what a paradox
what a lie
a mere silly contradiction
I am free, after all
accept, I whisper to myself alone
collide with joy and reap it like some fantastical harvest
embrace, cling, before it’s too late