a part tied in poetry

there’s a part of us always in mourning
there’s a part of us always rejoicing
the more peace you can make with both
the better chance that you have
of focusing on the good things
of releasing the echoes of the bad
to fade away as passing clouds
even as your fear is screaming loud
to hold onto the ancient pain
like it’s some kind of badge
the joy and the mourning are both your companions
both the truest companions you’ll ever have
make your peace with both if you can
accept contradiction and inside it
make your stand