When everything is still,
I look inward for signs of life
Of joy buried deep,
Like searching for lost treasure
In the depths of a dark sea,
Will I be forever seeking
What will always elude me?
Sometimes I stumble upon joy
For a fleeting moment
Just long enough for my soul to believe
That it is safe to let light in
But I am so afraid of losing
That I get in my way, again.
The Therapy of Words 