When Sadness Speaks

I feel sad,
a trifling, flimsy sadness
that’s been fluttering around
for days.
I finally ask the sadness
what it wants.
Your attention it says.
And then I know
why it’s here.
An undefended hurt
begging to be addressed.
Too good am I at ignoring,
shrugging off,
avoiding ruffled feathers.
Too good.
And too late now, anyway, right?
Sadness just sits there quietly
and will not go away.
Okay, Sadness, I see what you want,
now send your sister Courage to me.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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