I have been doing a lot of letting go as of late. It’s not been easy but certainly due. I have been writing poetry and prose instead of stories, which is a little unsettling. One of them appears to be a song to a distinctly country tune.

Despite that, I like it. Here is is to share with you.

Friend

There were days when my sweet sorrow came for me
and sadness wrapped to protect me from fear.
Sorrow became my friend, my familiar
protecting me in darkness held dear.

So I pulled the blanket of sad right over me,
I wrapped up so tight so no-one could see,
that I had been sad as long as I had lived
with little or nothing but sadness to give.

Throw off the blanket, release all the pain
Feel the fresh air, breath deep again.
There’s no need to have sorrow as friend
feel the fresh air, breath deep again.

From the age of six, the sadness did come to me,
Kept me cocooned, away from the fear.
Whenever the world seemed far too much for me,
I would away in the darkness held dear.

Throw off the blanket, release all the pain
Feel the fresh air, breath deep again.
There’s no need to have sorrow as friend
feel the fresh air, breath deep again.

Now I can step out without fear for company,
I can take off my blanket of pain,
Sadness has lifted, visits occasionally,
I’ve learnt to feel lightness again.

Throw off the blanket, release all the pain
Feel the fresh air, breath deep again.
There’s no need to have sorrow as friend
feel the fresh air, breath deep again.

Throw off the blanket, release all the pain
Feel the fresh air, breath deep again.
There’s no need to have sorrow as friend
feel the fresh air, breath deep again.