I have been going through the days of happiness. It’s not the kind of happiness that I could jump for joy. Simply when I think about it, I close my eyes, hold my hands on the left chest where my heart is, and smile.
I don’t know how long this will last. I’m still full of insecurities and sadness. But I’m trying my best to follow my heart. No matter what the end might be, there will be no regrets for not trying hard enough.
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
known from: sadnesses