Sadness ...

Sadness ...

When sadness comes to visit me, I welcome it with open arms, acknowledging its presence with a gentle "I see you." I sit with it, allowing its weight to settle upon my shoulders, feeling its touch upon my soul. I don't rush it away, for it is a part of me, a visitor in the house of my heart.

I spend some time with this melancholic guest, understanding its whispers and the shadows it casts. I listen to its story, let its tears flow, and allow its echoes to reverberate within me. And as I sit in its company, I find solace in the act of owning it, accepting it as a part of my journey.

But just as the sun rises after the darkest night, I rise from the embrace of sadness, bidding it a tender goodbye. For in owning it, I find the strength to let it go. I release its hold on my spirit, allowing it to dissipate like morning mist, leaving behind a trace of wisdom and resilience.

In this dance of acceptance and release, I find the beauty of embracing my emotions, honoring them as integral parts of my existence. And as I bid farewell to sadness, I am reminded that through owning and acknowledging, I find the power to let go, to make space for the light that awaits beyond the shadows.

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