I wrote this poem during an on and off relationship that lasted two years. It was very disfunctional, but neither of us seemed to be able to get out of the cycle. We kept breaking each other’s hearts and coming back and doing it over and over again. This particular guy always joked about being…
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We tend to think of joy as something that ebbs and flows depending on life’s circumstances. But we don’t just lose joy, as though one day we have it and the next it’s gone, oh darn. Joy is something that we have to choose and then work for. Like the ability to run for an hour, it doesn’t come automatically. It needs cultivation.
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