If you add the hours all up
I have spent years
Paralyzed by anxiety, exhaustion
And during the worst of times
Absolute self hate
A landfill
But each time when I think I'm fully buried
The energy somehow transmutes
And I slingshot up and through
Into a cascading joy
Filling me with a force
Equal in proportion
To that which drags me down
It's almost mathematical
A balanced equasion
The joy is the hurt
Metamorphosed
Distilled
Crystallized
It's not an easy way to live
But somehow true
So I'll slingshot
Until the day
Only joy
Is left
