I wonder if it is a blessing or a curse
this understanding we label
so rightly and wrongly
joyfulness and sadness.
The happiness that we feel tempered
only by our unwillingness to let it go,
the sadness by the framework
we have come to know.
We own our own happiness
yet we are in constant denial
that we alone command the smile.
We know of no abuse
beyond the shadows of our soul
yet wrap our minds and hearts
in the sadness of others.
Inventing heaven to flame
and hell to smother
the fires of our desire
to live in the moment
between joyfulness and sadness,
to be both in our understanding
yet aware of one and one another.
No matter how your feelings respond
you cannot assume or mother, beyond
the being there to console another.
be-aware, that is your only role.