this is a sad poem

because I am sad

my stomach is sad

my ears are sad

my eyes are sad

my nose is sad

my lips are sad

my feet are sad

my hands are sad

all of me is sad

except for my mind

my mind is tired

tired of directing

tired of explaining

tired of being the defensive end

receiving all the sadness

so we're here

my mind and I

to pour it out

and maybe my mind won't have to manage so much sadness anymore

the pixels and plancks and screens can absorb the sadness for a while

and we will rest

to feel again tomorrow