when sadness enters the crow
it gathers with the others
around the sadness
and lets it go inside
to change everything
until something new emerges
learn to not run for the hills every time
listen to the sadness not the fear
let it change you
don’t run from fear
let dragons be slayed for a princess
when dragons are slayed
the body changes
the training has begun
sadness is just the welcome mat for change
and when that weary traveller has
rested by your warm fire, told her tales of
yet-to-be, she’ll be on her way and you’ll be ready
beauty needs to be felt beyond the senses
not just looked at, touched or tasted, too late
tomorrow is yawning at you, too late