ah so true...sadness is like a stranger in the room that seems so familiar...smiles
best wishes on teaching...i love it....love working with kids...it breaks my heart at times to see the things they get themselves into, but ....smiles.
yes... sadness is a real thing and it can get between us and life... and eats up all the joy....someone i know is dealing with serious depression.. in a way it swallows the whole person..
It can destroy and create. I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar and OCD-- I wouldn't be me without the ups and downs, it's like you're experiencing life much more fully than everyone else, even if it's tough.
Even though it's about sadness, I don't know that I really intend it to be sad. As someone who has been sad more than most, I still find beauty in it, even during moments of despair.
Hi Caroline...first of all, welcome to Poetry Pantry! Always glad to meet a new person. I like the gut-level honest way you express yourself. I am sorry for your sadness; and I do hope things improve for you now that you know what it is and can receive some help.
Thanks! Things are already much better than they were when I wrote that. I appreciate your comment. I try to be honest and frank, I'm glad it shows in my writing.
So very true! Sadness does weigh us down, make us lose sleep first and then means we cannot get up when morning comes! I hope things improve for you if you are writing about your own present sadness.
Caroline, welcome to Poets United. And to the wonderful world of blogging! So nice to meet you! I so resonate with this poem. And I totally hear what you have written about your condition. My daughter is bi-polar and she, too, likes feeling more alive. But she also experiences the enervating lows. Hang in there. Now that you have a diagnosis, you will move towards understanding and accommodating the swings. How wonderful that you are at school at the famous Barnard! Wow.
Thank you! It's not so much the mood swings I love so much as how it has shaped my personality to experience things in a raw form, raw emotion, raw feeling. When you have no emotional filter, you feel everything so purely.
I attempt not to let emotion rule my life, and I think I have succeeded. But part of that isn't trying to "snap out of it," and ignore the emotion so much as just appreciating it and riding it out. Fighting it is much harder than accepting it.
To me it is inconceivable that anyone cannot suffer from sadness . It is part of the artistic condition. Be thankful you are a sentient human being rather than a forever cheerful robot.
You've used such apt words to describe the restlessness of being depressed. It's like being caught in a limbo all the time. One can't rest when one has to but neither can one be active and go about life. Excellent poem.
ah so true...sadness is like a stranger in the room that seems so familiar...smiles
ReplyDeletebest wishes on teaching...i love it....love working with kids...it breaks my heart at times to see the things they get themselves into, but ....smiles.
yes... sadness is a real thing and it can get between us and life... and eats up all the joy....someone i know is dealing with serious depression.. in a way it swallows the whole person..
ReplyDeleteIt can destroy and create. I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar and OCD-- I wouldn't be me without the ups and downs, it's like you're experiencing life much more fully than everyone else, even if it's tough.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for the good wishes.
ReplyDeleteThis breaks my heart... Hopefully things can get leveled out now that you've been diagnosed. = )
ReplyDeleteEven though it's about sadness, I don't know that I really intend it to be sad. As someone who has been sad more than most, I still find beauty in it, even during moments of despair.
DeleteBut thank you!
DeleteHi Caroline...first of all, welcome to Poetry Pantry! Always glad to meet a new person. I like the gut-level honest way you express yourself. I am sorry for your sadness; and I do hope things improve for you now that you know what it is and can receive some help.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Things are already much better than they were when I wrote that. I appreciate your comment. I try to be honest and frank, I'm glad it shows in my writing.
DeleteSo very true! Sadness does weigh us down, make us lose sleep first and then means we cannot get up when morning comes! I hope things improve for you if you are writing about your own present sadness.
ReplyDeleteCaroline, welcome to Poets United. And to the wonderful world of blogging! So nice to meet you! I so resonate with this poem. And I totally hear what you have written about your condition. My daughter is bi-polar and she, too, likes feeling more alive. But she also experiences the enervating lows. Hang in there. Now that you have a diagnosis, you will move towards understanding and accommodating the swings. How wonderful that you are at school at the famous Barnard! Wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you! It's not so much the mood swings I love so much as how it has shaped my personality to experience things in a raw form, raw emotion, raw feeling. When you have no emotional filter, you feel everything so purely.
DeleteWell captured...I have a poster in my room by Mary Engelbreit that reminds me to "Snap out of it!" :-)
ReplyDeleteI attempt not to let emotion rule my life, and I think I have succeeded. But part of that isn't trying to "snap out of it," and ignore the emotion so much as just appreciating it and riding it out. Fighting it is much harder than accepting it.
Deletevery fitting description.
ReplyDeletethis is penned so well.. an apt description of sadness... which hopefully doesn't linger...
ReplyDeleteTo me it is inconceivable that anyone cannot suffer from sadness . It is part of the artistic condition. Be thankful you are a sentient human being rather than a forever cheerful robot.
ReplyDeletethough sadness is like a creepy being trying to gnaw at you still it never leaves you without making you the strongest....nice thoughtful lines...
ReplyDeleteYou've used such apt words to describe the restlessness of being depressed. It's like being caught in a limbo all the time. One can't rest when one has to but neither can one be active and go about life. Excellent poem.
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