Some Day

Some day
she will say

Oh . . .
I get it.  I never got it before
but now I do.

What makes us grow up?
What triggers the understanding of life?
What makes us "see" everything clearly?

Some day
she will say

I am
and
it will be the difference between mist and clarity.
Seeing the big picture
causes
peace.

S-A-D

I guess it's hormonal.

I'm so S-A-D and
when I get sad like this
I start thinking of all
of the things that make
me sad and I get
more sad.

Why do I do this to myself?
I try to talk myself out of it
but it's rare (if ever, not sure)
that I can do that.

I'm just so sad . . .