There is joy within the Madness
Madness,
I found, tripping along the path beside the sea.
Where the ocean breeze and the swaying trees,
Meet the mountains and the foot hills beyond.
Madness, it seems,
The lazy river drawn out between two lakes,
Connected between the lazy thread pulled stiffly along by a needle.
From here to there,
Surrounded by the hand of God,
His palm,
The cradle.
Madness,
I found, the infant asleep in a swaddle.
Secure and surrounded by the softest clothes and linens.
Warm and dreaming, lost to knowing.
Madness, it seems,
Comes to innocence.
Smelling of sweet incense, and draped in violet satins.
Madness,
I found in great grieving and loss.
The wrenching and tearing and slipping away-
Shattered fragments of pieces of broken dismay.
Madness finds you, and I - it, madness breeds you this way.
Trauma madness blackens your eyes and hollows the pits,
Stitches stitching across your lips- sealing them in x's and loops. Hush.
Madness takes the chattering and chatters endlessly on.
Silence be the peace from madness born in chaos.
Madness,
I found in joy and elation.
The comical guffaw at life's tricky little tricks.
And be it cynical or true-natured, to have cosmic giggle for life,
Comes at the cost of madness.
Hilarity, in both comedic gesture or great tragedy- madness will meet you there.
Whether creeping in denial or embraced with wide arms,
Madness awaits finding.
Be it chagrin or excitement, she waits for you.
I found joy within madness, and madness in joy.
ElizaBeth ARt
2024
