I once said

that anyone who was happy
was a fool,
or simply in
denial
of the Guernica-like obscenity
that this world really is.
What I didn't say
was how much I yearned
for what I despised,
and how much I wanted
to let go of the
horror show,
and see a reality
that is more
ordinary
than my gruesome
Morality Play's opening act.
Maybe it takes more
will
to lift my eyes off the ground
than I used to think.
But I'm hoping that
if I do muster the strength,
I might see a reason
to be a fool after all.