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Poetry — I want to invite joy to stay, even during the hard time, even during the waiting
my dance card is empty
i whisper as i brandish it before me
waving it like a candleflame
joy, i am ready for you to fill it up
dance me silly
fill my eyes with confetti stars
all jumbled up like an overflowing treasure chest
i am tired of the waiting
tired of the inbetween quiet betwixt one sigh and the next
gratitude is something i practice, like a morning chant
but joy needs to be cultivated like a vegetable patch
or whipped like buttercream frosting
laughter coalescing like the moment the milk
and butter and powdered sugar meld into one
i want joy to toss me up
into pink merengue clouds
where i can rest for a moment and
feel my blood buzzing through my veins
i am open to the changing winds
opportunities have risen like mountains in the deep
i am aching to climb up
out of the waiting
joy, give me a chance
pepper me with kisses and winks
i am ready to envelop myself within you, joy
my invitation to you is scented and sent
appearing on your doorstep
tied with a burgundy ribbon
and a rose
