Sadness

I am not sure why it happens, but it does. Everything that is sad in this world seems to take residency in my head. This overwhelming sensation drowns my senses with the intense rush of the dramatic, to the subtleness of surrender without resistance. It removes me from my interpretations of how someone should feel, and I am able to experience the full scope of this emotion. I wonder; is it my turn to take on what the world cannot handle, and give all of those who live with these feelings some rest. Should I be upset when I indulge in this madness of sadness, or should I explore the origin that gave birth to tear’s. Am I supposed to just sit and wait until I am relieved of my duties as the keeper of pain? I know why parents cry, and I know the fear felt in their hearts when they sit and watch their child lowered into the ground. It is the lost of innocents that they morn, or the fact that this soul will never have a chance to live. Should I embrace the sadness that is not mine, so to appreciate the love held by those when love is lost? I know what it takes to break a heart, and I know the sound it makes when it starts to crumble. The screams that go on inside when there is no one outside to direct this feeling. I know the feeling left when that heart lay in pieces and the emptiness those pieces fall into when a soul has lost its reason for living. Should I cry out in anger, or should I look for all the reasons why this emotion should happen? No! I should just let it all pass while I wait for my turn to be over.////