Feeling, not to be discounted

P.C :-  Lara Zankoul

Somedays, one wakes up to,

Feelings of joy, merriment, laughter,

Other days are just,

Boring, monotonous and sad,

Sadness isn’t a feeling that’s to be pushed aside,

Discounted or hidden beneath the surface,

It is to be felt, respected, blended, overcome,

And lived on, to tell the tale,

That feeling when gives more to a relationship,

That feeling of separation,

That feeling of loss,

That feeling of failure,

That feeling of loneliness,

That feeling of underachievement,

That feeling of things not going one’s way,

Making one sad, remorseful.

On the background,

Building strength, capacity, readiness for a better tomorrow,

It can’t be exchanged for any other,

It shouldn’t be a feeling to be ashamed of,

Sadness mustn’t be shied away from,

Live that feeling,

Live to tell that tale,

One would be thankful twice over.

135 words.

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to FOWC’s challenge. Thank you Fandango for running the challenge. The word of the day is exchange. For rules please refer here. Also written in response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #301. For rules please refer here.Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

10 thoughts on “Feeling, not to be discounted

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  1. kaykuala

    It can’t be exchanged for any other,
    It shouldn’t be a feeling to be ashamed of,

    Exactly kitty! Sadness must be given space and be treated well so that it’ll end eventually in happiness! Great writing!


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