It’s hard, choosing to be positive

On days when feelings of melancholy sadness descend over me

Hammering negative thoughts into my mind

I’m not even talking about the bleak news of the world

Of countries torn by uncivil war

Or refugees living in squalor

And the countless heartbreaks left by natural disasters

Let alone the jackboot tactics of cynical political masters

No, it’s enough to bemoan my outcast state

Wallowing in the self-pity of the chronically alone

Wondering which cruel twist

Fate will burden me with next

I try a workout to exorcise these heavy thoughts

But no trickle of endorphins is enough to break this black spell

Even knowing that emotions are temporary and capricious

Isn’t much comfort when they are visiting

So I choose to leave these uninvited guests

And walk away to find some measure of peace in nature

Maybe I’ll hug a tree today

Since hugs are good for the soul they say

And trees run real slow

David Trudel   © 2013



Filed under Poetry

8 responses to “Sadness

  1. I really enjoyed this piece.

  2. Aw, they won’t run away from you!

  3. Michael Carman

    I loved this, David. It hit close to home.

  4. Hugs are excellent. Here is an e-hug. Sorry it is the best I can do at the moment but I enjoyed the poem.
    Here in France, there is more kissing than hugging and also excellent therapy! It is just a small item on a very long list of things that I love here.
    “Maybe I’ll hug a tree today
    Since hugs are good for the soul they say
    And trees run real slow” I love this! There is that push for the positive in the end.

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