Chosen by sorrow

Sometimes I feel I am chosen by sorrow.
The curtains of my heart hang with heavy feelings
even if I choose to look outside to a brighter world.
I am chosen by sorrow and it clothes me from head to toe
even I would like to change my wardrobe.
Even in my smile sorrow is waiting.

It chooses me when I choose joy.
It chooses me when I choose light.
Alone in the dark I walk longing for laughter and the tickling of life.
Sorrow chooses me and I am not free to dance  another song until
I choose him back and dance this dance
cry the tears that I've tried to dam in distant locations
please don't ever find me

I am chosen by sorrow
because it lives in me
in the heart of the mirror I see
the sheets I bury myself in
I find him telling me

there is another song
treasure within the sorrow
In the shore of missing pieces

my sorrow melts away in waves of the horizon
with no walls I shall sail to someone's shore
and be chosen love

<3 Rina