You're fine, how am I?

Some hurts
Sit in a deep, dark corner
Waiting to resurface
And grab you by the throat
To Make their presence known.

Some memories
Lurk at the shallow end
Often surfacing to bring joy
Or grief.

Yet others
Swim deep below
And only occasionally visit
But with such intensity
That they threaten
To pull you down
With them.

Grief and joy
Never together
But never too far either
One brings the memory 
Of the other.

And I'm left at the mercy
Of my hurts, memories, grief and joy
To decide
How I must be feeling today.