Slingshot

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