A poem about sadness
I am having a sad and quiet sort of dayMy mind wandering along well worn pathsTurning over memories Feeling the time worn smoothnessWhere sharp edges once wereCatching here and there on Parts more jaggedOr more freshly knappedBy recent blows There is a strange comfort and peaceIn allowing grief and pain their spaceI was hurt but I am wholeMy tears nowSoft rain in the wake of stormsI read words written in remembered anguishFind in them fierce strengthUnflinching honestyGenerous loveI am content with who I amMaybe even a little proudSelf compassion warmsA tired, aching heartAnd my sadness easesWith the hint of a … Continue reading A poem about sadness