Sadness

I could have drowned in my sadness

It filled the pit in which I sat…

Pouring over my face and neck

Making my feet cold and wet

As the pit filled, I let go

I let myself become immersed in the steady flow of hurt and the sting of uncertainty and shame

But I didn’t drown

I began to float and rise

When I looked around, I was no longer in the pit

I stood, dusted myself off and headed toward the sunrise