Giving sadness a room








Sadness constantly dwells with me –
never seems to leave me. But fought, it
sucks up the air and lower my mobility.
Maybe I should give sadness a space –
a blue room of its own. I would put soft
carpets on the floor in that room and I
would get a comfortable armchair and
a bed. And I could read bedtime stories
for my blue moods with happy endings
and cradle my sadness to calmly sleep
with no bad dreams. And maybe I could
learn to live with my sadness, like with
a green houseplant in my window – and
sunshine might would get a chance.








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