Cud
I could work out why I'm so sad.
Is it the now things,
Or those long ago things?
Maybe how long ago things make now things worse.
Talking in simple language, you might think I'm facing things,
But I'm trying to chew them up in my mouth before they turn into words.
So I don't know why I'm sad, or want to.
I swallowed it.
The only sign is,
I tied my hair back,
Nursed aches in my stomach writing this,
Crying yesterday,
Just silently.
Hopefully, little by little, I'll disperse the sad.
Little joys will change the balance.
Boxes repacked and closed.
If I ever tell anyone,
They always say,
"Oh, that's a lot to deal with,"
Or some other words
That make me think,
"Oh."
I'll try simple things,
Try not to overcomplicate it,
Until I'm not sad.
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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