Joy

I must remember
not to chase Joy,
for she is not
an enchantress,
who leaves me
in a trance;
she walks with me
in every step,
showing me
how to break free,
how to fall,
and how to dance,
whispering the story
of the sliver of green,
spreading her roots
in the sacred darkness
from where
she breaks free,
to live in two worlds,
as one,
always holding both -
the rose and the thorn.