An emotional feeling and expression,
That stirs the heart with much commotion.
Some express it through aggression,
While others find themselves in depression.

Sadness, like the weather, keeps on changing,
An unwanted weight that keeps on hanging.
Often masked as grief, jealousy, or stress,
Insecurity or anguish, better to suppress..

Sadness is an emotion we cannot escape,
Like the cycle of day and night, it takes many shapes.
A ride which doesn’t get you anywhere,
Knowing and accepting should be your prayer.

Experienced by everyone across the world,
A loss of someone or something, be brave and bold.
Disappointment to despair and quiet suffering,
These emotional states keep occurring.

Rejection from family, a friend, or lover,
Sickness or death of a loved one we suffer.
It signals our need for help and care, be keen,
Seek comfort and a shoulder to lean.

Sadness, one of the enduring emotions we bear,
Circulates through times of protest and despair.
When the sun sets and darkness takes its turn,
Know that sadness will fade, and joy will return.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

We blend together like honey and milk,
Like razor-sharp blades on pearly skin,
Like widows to dark apparel cling—
We are together with flowers and spring.

In her arms were forty streams,
And stars in her hair—seven.
She sat above the angels’ wings,
And they carried her to heaven.

There to dwell—where, I can’t tell.
Too far, too soon, she swayed and fell.
The sky hid her without farewell,
Beyond all earthly possessions.

Grief as an interlude.
The in-between performance.
Where shoeless days, wandering forests—
meet
black-dressed, paired farewells.

Where velvet curtains close and draw,
a symphony has long prepared
(for you).

Percussion slices into silence.
Clarinets hum in minor tune.
The bass joins in—they’ve been appointed.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

The music plays now just for you.
Regret takes center stage.

What wasn’t said.

“What could I do?”

The music begins to fade.
I guess it’s time we see the view
from our heart’s balcony.

Crossing legs and leaning in—
anticipating more…
A special place for all our kin
is bursting from our core.

Cymbals reach the back of room.
The flutes play loud and low.
The composer pulls a handkerchief—
tears and sweat compel this show.

You feel so sorry.
You feel alive.
You feel memories—sharp and sore.
They’re taking bows.
The act has closed.
Another’s passing through death’s door.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

The feelings that come up when we lose someone are
numb
disbelief, shock,
All of this is normal.
The reaction to death happens in zigzag ways
surprising us with levels of intensity
for a longer period than we thought possible
we have to trust that all that is happening is part of the healing
Mourning is a signature experience, unique to each person-- and at each loss-- in form, duration, and impact.
We may experience tears
Feel sadness that someone is gone
Angry that he or she was taken from us.
We are afraid of the emptiness we will feel now.