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.////
Copyright © Arnold Henry | Year Posted 2010
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