Sorrow takes time to leave the bones

Sorrow is a thing of brittle bones

Take it in your hands very gently

And place it in the winter sun where it shines through a window

Breathe its story deeply

And write what it tells you

Leaving nothing out, no word unattended

When you look up

Sorrow may have grown feathers

Open the window

And let it fly

*Do not turn your back on sorrow nor ignore its deep tides. Instead use its contemplative spaces to write, create art. When we truly feel our feelings, the light and the dark, the scary and the terrifying – they transform, and so do we.

What felt so extraordinarily difficult to weather, can become instead, cause for entirely new perspectives.


Header photo Chris Sabor

Another – from 2017 – photo from a trip to the red centre

8 thoughts on “Sorrow takes time to leave the bones

  1. You’ve personified it beautifully 🙂

    This also brings to mind Kahlil Gibran: “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

  2. Absolutely beautiful poem. I think negative emotions are just as vital as the positive ones. A lot of time the greatest art comes from sorrow.

  3. I hear what you are saying.
    Perhaps I am in denial.
    Have had a great deal of sorrow.
    Prefer to leave it behind me where it can no longer hurt.

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