Sadness is a bird

 

Sadness is a bird,

That has made its home in my heart,

sometimes its leaves and flies away,

but it always returns,

back to me. 

 

I could never keep her away,

she has become part of me.

A gentle sparrow, 

that means me no harm,

only seeking a place to stay warm,

and out of the rain.

 

I dread her coming, 

but, still, she is a familiar friend.

especially on the rainy days,

Watching the tears of the sky,

roll down my window panes.

 

Too much sun,

tires my eyes.

I like how the world becomes,

a monotone palette of grays,

each one blurring into the next.

 

We could not really know joy

without knowing the sadness. 

 

So i do not chase away my little bird,

but always welcome her back. 

And together we wait out the rain.