Who are you, joy? My words are not a toy for you to stir and extirpate from my heart, only to be cast upon the whims of fate. If you are but a ghost of joy and mirth, then surely your place is not here on this earthly plane.

If you are an angel, which I find hard to believe, you wouldn’t need to flutter about, restless and unseen, around a marble stone, alone in your slumber and dreams. Who are you, joy? Are you a friend who whispers solace and warmth, or a mere toy that teases with fleeting moments of happiness?

Your presence, elusive yet impactful, dances on the edge of my existence, leaving me questioning your true essence. Are you here to stay, to fill my days with light and laughter, or are you a fleeting mirage, a trick of the mind that vanishes with the first hint of doubt?

In my heart, I long to know you as a steadfast companion, a source of unwavering strength and comfort. Yet, the uncertainty of your nature leaves me pondering, searching for the truth in the ebb and flow of your presence.

Who are you, joy? A friend or a toy? Perhaps, in this dance of life, you are both—a complex weave of moments and emotions that shape my journey, teaching me to cherish the fleeting beauty of each encounter. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer