Pain and Joy

In a teasing stream; I arise from a deep sleep
pain climbing up my arms like that of rose vines
entrapping a delicate fence, weaving in and out
of my limbs and enveloping my very existence

What is this pain? It must come from the same source,
where joy is also born. What is this yearning and
turning from both emotions breathing back and forth
into each other as two wrestling winds merge?

And within a few moments of a tormented solitude,
a following occurs of the most tranquil stability
resting sweetly again in the arms of an endurance
of an adored vulnerability lined with silk.

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/08/2010 4:40 pm est