Heather Pound

I don’t know about you

but my brain tries to resist

sadness and doesn’t want

to listen to it’s quiet,

insistent roar

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It’s as if the mind is convinced

that if it pretends that sadness

doesn’t exist—

that it will ‘poof’ it away

Let me tell you now, however,

that that little fox of a thought

will consume the whole henhouse

if allowed to run free

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Grief is not something that

will dissipate unattended

It is a wound that requires

tending and gentle care

for healing to softly come

And will fester increasingly

without acknowledgement

—letting sadness out to breathe is uncomfortable but necessary

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