Sorrow and Joy
A conversation of grief
“Farewell,” said Sorrow.
“Greetings,” said Joy.
“Never more,” said Sorrow.
“For forever,” said Joy.
Sorrow lamented,
“I will never again
Cloud your heart or
Weight your spirit.”
Joy sang,
“Ever-more will you
Be at peace, with
Lightness of heart.”
“I bid you farewell,”
Wept Sorrow.
“I bid you welcome,”
Laughed Joy.
“No more tears
But those of
Gladness will
Be let here.”
And Joy takes
You in her arms,
While Sorrow
Waves you adieu.
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Haddessah Anne Brice
An aspiringiring author, handicraft maker, and plus size model. Just trying to keep the bills paid and the cat fed, for now.
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