there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

The wilted flower
Cries for rain
To give it life
To ease its pain
No guilty pleasures
Only disdain
To pierce the dirt
From which it came
And rise out to
A sunny day
Where light burns bright
And life remains
Tried and true
In natures way
To live on for
Another day

Sometimes I feel so sad that I think my face will melt.
My tears come down dissolving everything that is me, everything recognizable and leaving only vestige of what once was.

stop carrying the
baggage of the past to an
unwritten future

6:31 PM
8/10/20