A curse or a blessing?
To most, it’s a curse.
To me, it’s a blessing.
I shall tell you, in the form of a poem.
An opened bottle.
A car at full throttle.
They stared at the walls, anxiously waiting.
The news came hard,
and so did the tears.
All they felt was fear.
He was gone.
Days later, she sat on the lawn.
I saw her across the street and asked,
“Are you alright?”
She stayed silent.
Something wasn’t right.
I walked over, placed a hand in her shoulder.
She looked at me, and all I saw was sadness.
She spoke of the madness,
the madness that killed him.
She had hated the sadness that overtook her.
I, however, felt the opposite.
“But it’s okay to be sad, maybe you always were.”
She looked angry, but calmed herself.
And so I explained how sadness builds.
How it creates.
And that was her first happiness.
Author Notes: Don’t ever feel like sadness makes you weak or unimportant. It proves you are human, and that you care. It gets better, and all it can take could be one person, one hand, one kiss, one smile, one anything.