The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Choice

Sadness is contagious
Like a raging disease
A dark and heavy blanket
One can't shake off with ease

It plants itself inside you
And you wait for it to pass
But then it starts to grow
It lingers and it lasts

It settles in your stomach
And leaks in through the cracks
Of all your biggest bruises
Like a rock upon your back

And when you become tired
You decide to let it stay
Because it's far too big a burden
To kick up and chase away

So though you say you hate it
It's become your closest friend
You relish in it's dampness
And act like it's pretend

You say that you're in hiding
So someone will come and find
Because you don't like living there
Yet neither do you mind

You like the muted colors
And find rest in cloudy skies
A tear becomes a comfort
A truth becomes a lie

The darkness is now permanent
You think it makes you wise
But blindness is still blindness
If you don't open your eyes

Sadness is a choice, you know
Though you say it's chosen you
You were there to let it in
And tell you what is true

Brightness is still out there
It burns and stings your eyes
But it lightens the dark corners
And illuminates the lies

Though shadow is familiar
You can always choose the light
And put up with some sunburn
To prove you can still fight

From here it looks so distant
An strangeness you forgot
To some it may look welcoming
But you pretend you'd rather not

Too Late and Gone is just a front
You act like you don't know
That God is always right on time
He didn't come too slow

To pull you from your self-dug pit
Of Lonely and Unfair
And bring you from your darkness
Your exhaustion and despair

So now you're in the middle
Of darkness and the light
The dark pulls a bit stronger
And you tell yourself you're right

That there's nothing to be done
And the brighter days are gone
Why try and run the race, you think
There's no more to be won

But just as you chose sadness
The other's your choice too
It only looks so distant
Because of your old view

So go ahead and walk
The first few steps feel weak
But the treasure can't be found
Except to those who seek

Of course there will be dark days
But they won't swallow you
Because just like you chose Sad
You can choose Happy too.




2 comments:

  1. Abby. This is absolutely incredible. You are so, so, so, beautifully talented.

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