S Is For Sadness - For Contest

Sadness – a black cloud that sat on my head when my mummy told me that my rabbit was dead a hurt in my heart when my friends called me names and refused to allow me to join in their games A croak in my voice when I try to explain but the words just won’t come – and I’m crying again and I really don’t know what my face is about look - my brow is all wrinkly, my bottom lip’s out What on earth is this thing that is happening to me this is scary, I want to be happy for me if only my arms were a hundred feet long I could hug myself better and sing me a song But wait; if there’s happy, there has to be sad and if there is good, then there has to be bad we have up, we have down, there is darkness and light, and the opposite feeling of peace is a fight So I guess that there must be more people than me who are feeling sad too and they don’t want to be if only I knew how to make them feel calm would it work - a big hug from my hundred foot arm Now I know, it’s a feeling, it’s inside of me like the one when my rabbit jumped up on my knee he’d been chased by a horrible dog in the street as I cuddled him close, I could feel his heartbeat And my tears dripped down as his breathing grew still and the heat from his body grew colder until all the sadness that I felt would just never end turned to joy with the memories of my dearest friend.