Sadness
(A/N : I know I usually post for TWD but I wrote this poem and wanted to share. As someone who struggles with anxiety/depression, I’ve come to realize how therapeutic writing is for me. Find your source of calm. This is mine. If anyone ever needs a friend, don’t hesitate to reach out.)
here’s the thing people don’t tell you about sadness it looks different on everyone on each and every soul it touches seeping through your bones, billowing like clouds of smoke around your lungs until it feels as though you’ll never take another breath my sadness is a chameleon possessing a beautiful and brilliant way of camouflaging itself from wandering eyes sleek and sly alluring and bright my sadness doesn’t look like sadness my sadness isn’t rainy days or haunting melodies it isn’t empty spaces or sleepless nights my sadness is a carefree smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes it hides in my ridiculous laugh, in my firm embrace it lives in the parts of myself where no light touches places that are full and somehow still void sometimes my sadness is a bolt of lightning striking suddenly, without the company of thunder to warn me sometimes my sadness is a fog creeping silently, slipping seamlessly into the cracks I can never fill but it’s always there maybe not suffocating, blanketing over my soul like thick black ink maybe not loud or staggering or consuming but it’s always there this feeling within my soul, this subtle nudge of discomfort when life becomes too calm when the future becomes too within reach when things become too okay here’s the thing people don’t tell you about sadness it never truly goes away but you learn to live with the ache you embrace the moments of quiet you battle the moments of chaos and with time, sadness becomes a familiarity just another obstacle in a life full of obstacles and you’re not afraid to run the course so don’t fear sadness cradle it nurture it allow it to be what it is and then put it to rest
