Sadness lives deep within the lines of life
Grief is a weird thing it often masquerades and hides.
Out of the darkness sadness bounds
Followed by grief, aloneness, pride
Pride, guilt, shame and selfdoubt
All are the same as they hide and seek out
Then the tide churns, anger comes in
Anger at others for daring to say
What you were feeling every moment of every day
The walls go up the battle lines flare
How dare they suggest!
This is all to real!
Back into the darkness
Retreat
Hide
Back to the grief, aloneness, pride
Back to the sadness
The cycle of fear charges up
Its time to find a way out.
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to help others awaken to their awareness of self by interpreting feelings or deeper insights others may not know how to voice
I love to write it is my soul's work.
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