Sadness

Sadness. Sometimes I am hit by a melancholy sadness. A dark cloud that drifts in and immerses my soul. A state of mind that can make you feel cold even when standing in direct sun light. The warmth of that yellow disc, the blue sky and the chirper of birds can do nothing to lift the dark, heavy veil before my eyes.

The power other people have over our feelings, our thoughts and our very existence. The prick of the needle that stabs at your heart, leaving you feeling vulnerable, naked and raw. You bleed but do not die. There is only the smallest of agony, the lump in your throat and the tears that threaten to well out, rolling down your cheeks.

Solace of mind, solace of thought. To crawl into a soft, dark corner and adopt the fetal position. Ward off the worries, the nagging bites of selfdoubt. Yet again enclose the scars that no love in the world can heal. Dream, dream of the splendours of childhood. The blanket of security that used to envelop you.

Who will win the fight, the light or the darkness?

//H