A Sparrow's Song

Are depression and sorrow the same thing?

I don't believe so

Depression is like a flat heart rate

Lifeless and still

Its like a blanket of fog

That leaves you lost and hopeless

Its like being in an old silent film

Life has no colour or song

It drags on your heart like an invisible weight

It sucks the life out of you

Letting the choicest of morsels

Taste like nothingness

Sorrow is different

Sorrow is like a lonely sparrow singing

It is pitiful yet lovely

It is like an unripe fruit

So sour it brings tears to your eyes

But after a couple bites

It tastes almost...sweet

Its makes you want to indulge

Desperate for another taste

Sorrow feels comforting

Like an old friend

That you can only meet

On special occasions

Usually funerals

But sometimes...

On those days

When something drags you down

And you just want to feel

You want the sadness to coat your heart

...Like a protective layer, almost

The tears come and they feel...

Long overdue

You read sad stories

Wanting to bring out

The hidden agony in your heart

To cry for someone else

Feels easier than crying for yourself

Feeling sad feels like being in your own little world

A secret for yourself as you walk around with a smile on your face

Everything is fine, I'm all good

You say

Guarding the hidden sorrow

In your heart

Telling people feels almost sacrilegious

Because they won't understand

You don't even know why you're sad

Not really

For decade-old wounds and scars

For pain that is hidden so deep

That you sometimes forget it's even there

Until a little trigger draws it out

Sometimes the scab opens

And sometimes it's just phantom pains

Of what used to be there

But no longer is

Sorrow

What a beautiful emotion

Nothing feels more human than grief

Not joy that is like a short burst of fireworks

Or anger that rages on like a wildfire

Or depression, which feels.. like nothing at all

Sorrow is far superior to depression

Because at least you can feel something

And you know that you can get out

As soon as you stop wallowing

In the cooling bathtub of your tears

And walk into the warm sun