Below is a new poem I wrote this morning:

“The House Where Sadness Lives”

When the sun goes down,
she enters the loneliness of the night,
where her fears awaken
and the cycle of grief continues.
Sorrow has become her companion,
a permanent resident
she never invited.

Yet she carries a hope in secret:
Fragile.
Vulnerable.
Unmeasurable.

The sadness never leaves her home.
She is restless whenever the sun goes down to sleep.
She worries about losing the little things she has left.
Morning tears greet her when she wakes up.
Night tears never let go
when the one she loves is not around.

She had hope for a better tomorrow,
a life where love would stay
and fear would disappear.
Yet she carried dreams quietly in her heart,
even when the walls around her
whispered despair.

She waits…
She contemplates…
She carries the weight of tomorrow,
the uncertainty of life,
the burden of survival.

Every day, she accepts the tears before dawn,
afraid of losing the little things that remain.

But she still hopes…

With trembling hands,
holding on to memories
she refuses to let go.

Yet somewhere beneath
the weight of her sorrow,
a small flame of courage
still remains.