An Apprentice of Sadness
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
If you listen to the language of sadness,
you know it has much
to teach us.
There’s dignity in the monochrome
Sanctity in darkness, in the pulse
of quiet, in the rut to be dug out of
Sadness can be a type of burning bush,
the X on a map.
It can make the unknown, knowable.
It can help us unfold
It can rip away our untruths, like
paint torn off a congealed can,
taking skin with it.
Sadness can then suture that skin
It can birth art, music, poetry.
I write proudly with my back ink.
I take solace in words,
even the ones written in water
I choose to write my difficulties,
my grinding realities.
The fantasies under which I labor.
I write to remember-my rain of tears.
How cathartic it is when the downpour
renders everything lush and green.
Enlivening the colorful sensations of…
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