A Hammer Coming to Terms with a Nailgun

I appreciate the irony of desire,
which so often commingles bliss and doom.

In the four years since Kendra Jean,
I got tired of a few things:
the color blue, singing about sadness,
and shying away from the shadows.

with a resting heart rate between 
Switzerland and Balto,
an introspective reflection 
on the emotional weight of youth
and relationships borne of bonding 
over a shared experience.

the process of pushing through 
a melancholic period 
until you break through to the other side
is like raising a glass to a toast 
that will give energy to all the salsa dancers in the room.

Mary Oliver was right, 
darkness is sometimes also a gift.