Sta.sh
sadness
by ~en-miettesit comes like rain
sometimes hard and unexpected,
falling in torrents around you
as you run to your car from
school or from work or from your house
off to your next great adventure
other times it falls softly and
you know it's there but you're
still able to keep strong and carry on
and you knew it was coming so you knew
to bring your umbrella and you don't get
that wet as you travel
it's like waves and it comes in and out
washing up old shoes and stray fish,
forgotten toys and lost jewelry
sometimes it rises up and laps heavily
at your pier and you have to run quickly
for fear that it will over take you
sometimes it sits there
lapping at your feet
and you stand there unsure
of whether you really want to move on
or just stay there
with that old familiar feeling
