sadness has been standing in the cold outside my heart
calling out to me and begging to come in.
My heart looks at me with eyes full of pity
and tries to convince me it’s time to allow sadness to settle inside
but right before I give in and let my heart open its doors wide
my brain takes over and make my hands
master of any and all plans
assuring my scars that the doing
will replace
the falling
apart.
A.P. Bastian 