Salted sadness.

A slow, single tear rolls
down my cheek and across
my nose but it doesn’t dare
to drop.

Instead it curls beneath,
like myself – curled up,
holding onto the silence,
inching closer with every
uncertainty, dissolving
cold, like nothing, where
my pillow holds my face.
But even then, it is
there … The
invisible line
of sadness

– jl

mh17 reflecting: A poem.

All of the sadness and chaos
in my own little world
seems so sadly insignificant
in the wake of today.

– jl

Sometimes, all you can do is wonder, with the greatest of sadness, why on earth you thought your life was so damn hard. When we still live in a world where missiles are fired and planes come crashing down and innocent lives are lost and loved ones are taken from us with no warning. I wrote this poem about it on Friday. Life … the greatest enigma of all. Jx