on the last post

reading it again I am puzzled.
there has been joy over the last two days.
a joy which springs from the very depths of despair.
that despair I suddenly found myself in last night.
a despair that for too long had gone unspoken.
noone should live in despair and not talk about it.
'I am in despair' I said,
and the simple realisation gave me a hope of something different. . .
it was enough to say it.
to tell you.
who knew already.

but it puzzles me that despair and joy can be such close neigbours.
knowing the enemy is the first step;
and knowing that one has a true ally is the second.