Joy wishes to be shouted from the rooftops
not trampled in the gutters
Joy yearns for the unconditional warmth of the sun
not to be sentenced to the shadows
But I have this joy in my heart which cannot be shared
It is unwise to share it
It is unwise to shout and dance and revel in its merriment
This joy must be contained and locked away proper
But then what is the joy in having the joy
if no one can share in it
This secret which I harbor now haunts me
Can I share it can I not
In a world of evil and greed and cutthroats
protecting that bit of joy becomes a sacred duty
a duty I solemnly accept in my heart
But then what to do with my fear and anxieties
Do I tuck those away too?
Do I use my past experiences as weapons in my arsenal
I am so afraid of this joy and yet
yet I can’t help but chase it
Mystic River 
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