Sadness

A whole poem on sadness?

Pictures of sadness are plastered

on the insides of my eyelids,

daring me to close my eyes in search of sleep.

 

I don't need or want a sadness poem.

Sadness I can do quite well all by myself,

thank you,

with no help from a poem.

 

So what else is in the quiver?

Pull out an arrow of attention

or one of calm acceptance.

Is there an arrow of compassion?

Empathy?

 

How about the standard Cupid's arrow?

A dart of love to prick the thickest skin.

Tipped with healing herbs from the garden,

this dart can change us all.

At the very least

the shock of its sting

will eclipse sadness.

 

 

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