My sadnesses have no strongholds or barriers,
they do not keep things from happening,
they never interrupt the flow of activity,
and everything continues forward as it should.

These sadnesses are deeply etched within,
like the delicate but defined lines on a marble statue,
cutting into the stone unnaturally and artistically,
and shown only to those with special eyes to see.

My sadnesses are a part of who I am,
a prism of my highs, lows and everything in between,
a layer that is buried grounds below the surface,
the byproduct of too much daydreaming.


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