I can’t be sad if I don’t stop

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


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