happiness is a drug
euphoric liquid coursing
through my veins
my arms are wings as I
create bring beauty
I soar though
tomorrow I may find
side effects I cannot
see beyond this
today I am the
Shunammite
though life may
kill my hope He
resurrects
so I can take heart
even laugh through
the sorrowful night for I
know joy will come in
that Advent morning
and all will be well
*this was originally written in a spiral but i lack the skills and/or computer program to reproduce it so you shall just have to imagine the spiral :)
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