Sometimes when my heart is sad
And my body is tired
When all the melancholy lands
With its very weighty presence
On my shoulders
I fall into a chair and sigh
I smile
On purpose.
At first it is gentle
difficult to do
but with determination
I sit with all of the hard things
And wait as my smile gives them wings
And eventually
The awful heaviness dissipates.
I go on smiling for a bit
Just to make sure
Because my mind doesn’t know my mouth is lying
It’s the body that keeps score.
*Smile. It confuses the mind.
