When sadness comes for me

I’ll be dancing my way in poetry

down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause

to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk

sling, by sling, thump by thump

I’m alive

wrestling madness private eye ,

my swing is stupid,

my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming

I wade in stillness,

I wade in crazy-stupid faith

I wade and breathe in the music,

hold-up the cotton- candy sky

mint and saffron in all my daze

teleport sadness, inside

drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow

ring the bell, shake and shake

I’m ready this time.

~Kindness

4 responses

  1. loristrawn Avatar
    loristrawn

    One of the best poems I’ve ever read about this topic! My heart felt every word.

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  2. Maren Avatar

    I agree with Lori — and sadness comes for us all!

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