Delight

S. Swan reading “Delight”

  

Every time, I say, I am happy, 

I feel embarrassed, 

as if I didn’t have the right  

to enjoy my own life. 

I live in a furnace, 

I know that. 

How could I forget the pain 

I live in? 

But that’s just it! 

I have lost so so much 

that I appreciate  

so so much more 

what I still have. 

To be able to see 

the blue sky  

with a cloud, 

being caressed by sunlight, 

brings joy to my soul. 

Being able to cuddle up 

with my purring kitty cats. 

Being able to laugh 

in a conversation with a friend. 

Being able to move, 

walk and talk, 

read, write,  

and most of all,  

create. 

The point is, 

I say to myself, 

“You can’t feel happy  

when you’re feeling so much pain. 

You’re supposed to feel utterly depressed. 

You are in so much pain, 

you should be screaming!” 

But that’s just it. 

I am surrounded and tortured by flames. I am suffering so much already, 

that it would be a pity 

to not be able to take delight  

in the beauty of life. 

—S. Swan

  

S. Swan discussing ”Delight”