Thursday, August 7, 2014

Sadness Comes Like a Garbage Truck

Sadness comes like a garbage truck -
sour, unpleasant,
predictable, necessary.

But in advance there is choice.
Leave it all in the can?
Let it fester another week,
let it sit there, unattended?
Refuse to feel it,
to experience it fully?
Or haul it out to the street -
face the stink,
let the gloom take you for a moment?

Drag it to the curb.
Get it out; get rid of it
and then it's gone.