Sitting In Sadness

It was difficult some days when all was silent and the demands on her time were gone.  The distractions and constant chatter of life drowned out so much of her feeling of being lost.  She knew it was important and wise to sit in the sadness but it hurt to feel so flailing, falling and out of control.  Nobody had the words for her, nobody had the answers.  They told her that she should walk alone – build up her muscles but she resisted that notion as she had seen how prickly and hard women could become.  Yet she sat alone anyways in the sadness that burnt her eyes and made her scared for what had become of people and their hearts.


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