Joy

I was having a conversation with my mother recently, and she commented on my writing, noting that none of it was joyful. I was unsettled with this comment. In reading through my past poems and short stories, I understood the confusion. I used emotionally evocative wording, and uncomfortable subject matter. However, what I found to be useful as a comparison (against to a black sheet of paper, the white looks whiter) she found to be simply sad.