As she spoke with some trepidation of her past
It was clear that she had left that part of her behind
Without hesitation or regret
Becoming happier and brighter
I don’t want to fully leave my sadness behind me
It’s deeply ingrained
Mixed with my spirit to make a strong alloy
Distinctive and defining
I like the softness it forces upon me
My sharp corners are rounded
My voice is lowered
And my touch is more gentle
I like the empathy it forces into me
My vision is sharper
My heart is more open
And my soul more easily feels connections
My sadness is not all-encompassing
But it is my constant companion
And yes, that, too, makes me sad
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
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