When things seem to be doing okay
The sadness hits me.
It creeps slowly,
Invades me through the gap between my shoulder blades,
Spreads towards my neck,
And before I know it
Sadness chokes me from within.
Daily tasks sadden me.
Their existence discourages me.
Having to deal with reality
Is sometimes more than I can bare.
It accentuates my loneliness,
My hardships never shared.
How can βA Dayβ bring such melancholy?
How can this woman become more jolly?
Outside the sun shines
And I am inside writing these lines.
I donβt want to feel so single
And I hate going out to mingle.
I want my mind to be read,
I want my heart to be heard:
Grab my hand,
Hug me,
hold my head,
So I can deal with all the conflicts
that are coming ahead.
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