Sorrow

My heart is filled with sorrow
grieving like there’s no tomorrow

Things just aren’t going so well
tears deep inside begin to swell

it’s good sometimes to take time to mourn
for beyond the grief, new hope is born

While I mustn’t rush sitting with the pain
to properly process it, is of great gain.

I think, with sadness; I really want to cry
with every loss, a part of me does die!

Sorrow. Why is it that I fear it?
why avoid and try not to go near it?

Sorrow…that feeling deep within
which doesn’t knock before barging in.

Sometimes it catches me by surprise
and when it does, I must surmise

that somehow it needed to come out
whether through tears, or with a shout.

Sorrow… such an incredible gift!
thereafter my spirit does lift!

Tears are like water making things grow
After a good cry my face might even glow.

But for seeds to grow, they must first crack
in germination there’s no comfort, or slack.

It seems as though I too am cracking
troubles and hardships certainly aren’t lacking

May they lead to new life in me
as I’m continually being set free

from harmful patterns and thinking
which in reality had me sinking!

May the tears I shed on cracked seeds,
often the consequence of my own deeds,

serve as water to produce new life,
filled with joy, fruit, and no strife!

Sorrow. I turn toward you and face,
You I welcome, and embrace!

© 2022 Lukas Westevy
30-Aug-2022
Dedza, Malawi

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