one day i’ll be able to articulate just
how far and deep
the well of my spirit travels.

as i take the time to swim through the
guarded tunnel,
the deep funk of
angst and vulnerability
fills the space inside.

i have never understood why the essence
of my spirit
loves to feel, to know
so intensely.

for every joyful moment of pleasure
is always followed
by heartbreak.

for when tears of joy are being shed,
dually,
i mourn the impending death of the present.

i can’t seem to grasp why it all hurts,
the pain and pleasure.
i only know this infinite being i carry
in this flesh
knows more than i,

and all i can do is trust.