My sadness is a blob
That hangs in my upper chest
Who sometimes crawls up my throat
And hurts me
My sadness is a he
He whispers deep voiced thoughts
His deepest desires
He scares me
My sadness is strong
He is tough
Undefeated
But in the same way so am I
I love my sadness
A part of me
I've never been without
Who's grown with me
I'll never be without my sadness
My best friend
Who listens
And confides
I don't want to be without my sadness
Because
Without him
Who am I?
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
