A sadness sits

A Sadness sits Like a shawl draped around my shoulders And over my head, that sadness sits. Its effects permeate my entire body and soul, Similar to the warmth that a shawl should offer But it can not be dislodged or discarded From where does it come? And how long will it stay? Does it come from the glimpse I have of the anguish felt by all those who dwell outside these walls? Does it flow like a phantom from those who have lived within these walls? Or does it come from a broken community? I will sit for a while with the ‘sadness shawl’ lifts.

Peace and harmony to all

Lone Wolf