My joy dances wildly, but is only mildly free,
Tethered to a secret drawer of hate.
I’m safe behind a smile see, for who would harm me,
Since I tidied my anger out of sight.
Glories overflow from my slow and hard pursuits,
When oblivion is hidden from my fate.
My love of life blooms, with a boom of glee and pleasure
Could I leave, without once glancing, if I lost the fight?