Feeling sad was always bad
So I pushed
Past it
Around it
Ground it
Down into a dust
Slow-filtering out as much as I could trust
through clutched-tight, tiny heart-cracks
meeting up with tears swallowed into my chest
it created…quite a muddy mess
So I knew, it had to be expressed,
Cleaned up, and cleared out
come up
and sum up
in colors and contrasts
the light and dark tight swirls…
desperately waiting to unfurl
inside this girl
Space was needed though
a wider canvas for pain to let-go
Slow steady
Herky-jerky
Wrenching
Slobbering
Silent
Screams
Moaning moos under the stars
cracking along checking timbers
under boot-crinkled leaves,
crunched up sticks
and
flickering around candle wicks
3-D deep
long and wide
flat flower-dried
Now
I finger-paint with sadness,
Illuminate any lingering of badness
With sunshine