Joy In Sadness Poem by Sylva Portoian

Find in your sadness,
The utmost joy
The spelling's different,
Both are cloy.

The cold needed
When the hart (heart) is hot
You can search
For the little heat that blows.

Find in sadness
The ultimate joy
As you must serenade
Prevail to sway raw.

When you turn your face
By your bright mind
You will realize
You can't exist, no more.

Appreciate the sadness
If you're waiting on the joys.
Without weeds of sadness
Joy can't rise as roses in rows.

February 11,2008