Sadness
It’s not sadness.
It’s a dark, endless pit
Of emptiness
And despair
And darkness.
It’s not sadness.
It’s a song that never ceases
To make you cry.
It is the tears
Of endless emotion
And heartache.
It’s not sadness.
It’s a long,
E n d l e s s ,
And barren winter
That is devoid of light
Or life.
It’s not sadness.
It’s an empty room of isolation
Where no one comes to look for you,
Where you feel all
Alone.
But wait!
It’s not sadness.
It’s a dark pit
With a ladder that leads
To LIGHT.
It’s not sadness.
It’s water that washes
And cleanses
And refreshes
And renews.
It’s water that runs
Over your soul.
It’s not sadness.
It’s the end of winter.
It’s the first light of the spring.
It’s a new beginning
That brings hope.
It’s not sadness.
It’s comfort.
It’s a knowing
That you are
Not alone,
That there are others who care.
It’s not sadness.
It’s a motivator.
It’s an inspiration.
It’s a reason to
Be a person for others,
So that no one else
Ever feels that same
Sadness.