There is a certain sadness
that can't be burned away
by a hot shower
or suffocated
by your favorite sweater
you have to take control of it
blow the dust off of its suitcase
and pack it
shake its shoulders
and order it to leave
because you have decided
while focusing on the thorns
to finally look at the rose
and soon enough
you'll take calming baths
and choose to  wear a sundress
to feel warmth on your skin
you will fall in love
with being alive