Seana Speaks

Gomer

Where is my hope?
What, now, is my promise?
Is there a reason for tears when no one who will see will understand?

Hope and promise for a fleeting pleasure, barely more than a bowl of stew to the hungry.

the beauty of sadness

I am sad today. Today I think somber thoughts and feel tangibly the veil of sorrow settle over me. It’s odd, though, the way this particular sadness feels. It’s a gentle weight, almost a comfort. It’s feels familiar, like a hug from a dear friend when you’ve been fighting to maintain your smile and you suddenly know, in the comfort of that hug, that you’re safe for that moment just to be sad.