Dear Sadness

dear sadness

you

rise up

like

the changing tides:

ebbing

and flowing.

sometimes in murmurs,

sometimes soft as velvet.

that melancholy navy

threatening to stifle.

sometimes

you come

from nowhere.

scratching at the door.

begging to be let in,

like an old friend.

which you are,

in a way.

there are no words

 to describe

how it feels

when you

rise

up.

but it’s a comfort to know you:

my affliction, my relief.