A Sad Day, Not a Bad One

Sadness, a valid emotion...
It has its rightful place
in the tapestry of expression—
a messenger from the depths of your soul,
whispering what you care about most.
And sometimes,
it tells you what you must let go.

Don’t push it down,
don’t hide it right away.
It won’t take away the weight of your pain.
Sit up straight.
Take a deep breath.
Hold it for a moment—
and let go with a sigh that’ll ease your ache.

Pretending you aren’t sad
won’t heal your soul.

Embrace the many shades of you.
Be kind to your spirit.
And may your sadness
enlighten you—
to be kind to fellow souls, too.

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