How many times
You ask it politely
To leave,
Sadness never
Goes willingly.
It creeps
Like fog, slowly
Into every crack
And crevice
And sticks like tar,
Tainting each smile.
And try as you might
To erase its remains
Like the damage
Of unwanted weeds
Among the roses,
Traces will remain.
Day after day
Long and lonely night
After night you will lie,
Preoccupied with how
Why and when
You will taste happiness.
Numbness soon follows
You give up on the 'how's,
'Why's and 'when's
And you are left
With no hope
Ambition, nor pain.
The walls of nothingness
Are tall, impenetrable
To even the strongest
Of wills and interventions,
Medications
And positive thoughts.
Life becomes a long,
Blurred car ride
And you don't know
How long it will take
Or where you're going
To find yourself in the end.
And then one day
The sky will be clear
Without any warning
And the light will warm you
And it will feel
Foreign at first.
And you're going to be
Afraid, and you will think
That this is fleeting,
That you don't deserve it,
That you'll wake up,
That the warmth will leave.
But it won't
And you will become
Accustomed to laughing
And singing along
And taking candid photographs
And living.
It could be taken away
It could walk out
Of your life again
And slam the door firmly
Behind it but this is something
You must not fear.
Because to worry
That something inevitable
Will happen, is a waste
Of your time
Of your smile
Of your laughter.
To spend your days waiting
For the next bad wave
To knock the breath
Out of your lungs
Is to simply not
Live at all.
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