Sorrow

There’s a subtly 

to this darkness.

Not loud and startling,

but quiet and suffocating.

Deliberate.

How have I managed

to Be?

Somewhere along the way

pain became beautiful.

To be broken became elegant.

Tears, an elixir.

As though sorrow became

fascinating.

To bask in, to devour.

To grip in your fingers like clouds,

while it drips through mine

like rain.

Brandi Haugen

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