when sadness enters a room

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When sadness enters a room, it begs me to hold it.

Much of my anxiety comes from feelings I don’t know how to deal with. When I push them away, they just come back as fear. Fear of an unnamable feeling, which I push away and push away and push away. Poetry has always been my attempt to sublimate that fear into something beautiful.

Other people’s sadness is as heavy as yours.



rejecting beauty

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