When there is no anger
But abundance of sadness
You don’t want to talk or to share
Why is sorrow spared?
Anger is mutilated voiced and loud
Sadness is quiet and absorbed
The source be known
Within my mind or transferred from another
Toying with my head I rather have not
Or should I? To gain perspective
That everything is not always fine and dandy
Days get dark and you wait for light
Not knowing how long the journey takes
But hope is what must hold me most
Just hope and kindness must flow and flow