Grief's Talk

I sit with grief and hear it say,

Twin though I'm of Joy

Yet not received with the same gay.

You say Joy makes your day

And I make your life hayway.

I sit with grief and hear it say

Why does joy get all the praise

And here in the dust alone, I lay.

Joy never teaches you to raise

And nor does he remind you to pray.

I'm being neglected and even slayed

Yet I always lead you to divine hold

Joy never allows you to be what you are

And I help you dive into yourself deeper.

Joy blindfolds you so tight

But I'm the one who shows you what is right

Twin brothers are though we both

Different are our roads and oath.