These days I’m afraid my joy may be breaking out
Of the tiny box I’ve allowed it to live inside
– It’s threatening possession –
I tried ringing a prelate, more tequila, I hid
Within a labyrinth of deep sadness but bliss was merciless,
Caught my scent, hunted muzzle first, teeth reaching towards me
And suddenly the trees swayed again, I looked in the mirror
And kept looking, suddenly fresh raspberries for my tea
And honey spread evenly across stacks of raisin toast
I stomped on glass barefoot, kept running while happiness pursued
Me like a deranged killer. I got cornered, turned and held a knife up
Shakily, screaming every trusty banishment I could muster
Delight didn’t hesitate, unhanded me and sunk the blade
Into itself, forced the blood into my mouth until I understood,
Reviving memories of a glory too great to be named
– Of what life would be like post-depression –
Once exuberance overtakes me completely I’m afraid
There will be no turning back, I’ll be pure
Star, look too long and you’ll be burned and blinded