I got tired of my sadness today…
So I chased it round the garden
pouncing on it
when I thought it looked puffed out.
“Bugger You, Sadness”,
I said to it
as it heaved and bucked beneath me.
It bit my hand.
I bit it back.
I had a lead box built for this occasion
smooth on the inside in case my sadness tried to escape
and ornate on the outside
because I like pretty things.
I squished the rogue down into the box.
That’s never an easy thing to do…
It’s all arms and legs.
It fought and fought
till I shut the lid and sat upon it
almost retching with the effort.
When I felt it’s cold hand around my ankle,
I knew I’d shut the lid on it’s forearm.
My sadness sobbed it’s thanks
when I poked it’s arm back inside..
My sadness locked up
postmarked for some far away place.
If you feel sorry for my sadness,
It’s had a good run.. a long life.
And if you feel as though I am lesser of a person,
or hollowed somehow….
I have my hands full here.
I’ve already told Lady Misery
that she’s next to be evicted.
I’ll wrestle with my anger..
I’ll try to starve my hate…
but I will spoon feed my heart.
Just watch me!
I’ll nurture my soul
with hot soup and ART,
I’ll endeavour to harness my ego as gently as possible
then strengthen my will with sit-ups
I will humour
because it’s funny…
I will try to remember my sadness…
all the good times,
all the bad
& I’ll try not to miss it
why should I cry anymore??
When Lady Misery
does a fine job on the emotional front line
L.Kaye Feb 2010
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