My Joy, My Curse

To sit, smile and laugh are not in their lot

Those tormented by the burden of a creative heart

Restless, rootless, brooding and sulking

Nicknamed as grumpy, depressed duckling

We revel in secret when a beginning is made

Slivers of solace arrive slowly but comfortingly

Pieces of the puzzle jiggle accommodatingly

Palette of colours sprayed in careful abandon

Create a cocoon removed from space and time

Ecstasy so transient but intense overtakes us

Was it a moment, a day or a year ago?

When the bliss filled my soul briefly yet completely

Oh! How long do I have to stand near this abyss?

Meditating for the moment that would lift my curse

That goads me, sears me and pushes me to look for a new rainbow.