24/30

If you pick up your pen

and the only language it knows is sadness

then let it speak, let it breathe 

give all the necessary pages 

sadness needs to fill 

Because when it is time for your pen

to learn how to dance on the pages 

and find a new rhythm,

there will be no excuses for depature 

because sadness will have had it's time 

and now there is room for joy

30/30, PoetryArielle Estoria