Terrible Joy                                                                       

With all this terror,

                horrible and smothering,

there is still joy to be found,

                but finding it will take wondering.

Terror is fear that holds you down.

                Infested with darkness and despair,

but I try to dispel it because

                                still there’s light…

The terror is apt to get worse,

                its breathing, raspy and coarse.

We must overcome because

                                still there’s light…

Terror is like a horrible scream.

                “Ahhh!”

It sucks all away from you,

                but at the end of the tunnel

                                still there’s light.

Terror is a tricky panther

                Sneaking upon you in the dark

And holding you in an ardent way but

                                still there’s light.