I finally sat down to coffee with Sadness.
Too long had I ignored him,
Screened his calls,
Looked past him on the street,
Filled up my calendar
With anything and everything.
I am a master of avoidance.
But Sadness is relentless;
He will not be put off.
So I met him in a bustling coffeeshop,
Surrounded by the murmur of conversations
And the whirring of espresso machines.
And for the first time in a long time,
I looked him in the eye,
And I didn’t look away.
I didn’t run
Or change the subject
Or pretend he was anyone other than who he was.
I made myself sit with Sadness,
Listen to the soft cadence of his voice,
And hold his gaze with unwavering eyes.
He is no easy companion,
But there is value
In facing him,
Resting in his presence,
And when I finally looked at him,
When I let myself really see,
He started to look a bit like Peace.