Poetry
There is a reason why I prefer not to feel.
Why Odysseus strapped himself to the mast of his ship
Why you don’t go alone down the corridors leading
to the place where uncertainty lives.
Take me down the road leading to your bed.
Where if we are strong, we’ll exist…
A Poem
Choose joy, even when there is sorrow, we can choose joy
— Jenny Lane
As there is joy and there is sorrow
There are two faces to the coin
We can’t have one without the other
We will have sorrow where there was joy
And the love that it was…
