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