I Once Made Sadness My Home

I once made her my home.

I would go there every day.

I memorized the cracks on the walls, 

The shadows dancing around flickering lights, 

The water leaking through the floor.

I took a walk through haunted hallways where I hung portraits of childhood wounds,

memories of past heartbreaks, 

mementos of loss and regret.


But like a child who outgrows her clothes

I no longer find comfort in being there.

Since then I've moved into another house where sadness visits me instead. 

Knocking at my front door, I receive her as an old friend.  

I open the door, extend my arms and give her:

A few minutes, a few hours, sometimes a few days. 

We talk about new heartbreaks and past wounds that still ache.

We also talk about lessons I have learned along the way. 

As she listens, she helps me heal slowly with




And then when there's nothing left to be done and nothing left to be said, the time comes to say goodbye to sadness, till we meet again

another time, 

another day.


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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Sat 31st Aug 2019 22:29

Many thanks Jon ?

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 31st Aug 2019 10:00

Love this.

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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Thu 29th Aug 2019 17:12

Eieren! Reading your comment has made my day. Thank you so so so much! You are incredibly kind. ?

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Eiren Water

Thu 29th Aug 2019 13:00

Wow Adriana!
I could talk for a long while about how much I loved this poem and how beautiful the images were that played across my mind's screen as I read it and let it fill my existence.

It's nearly 5AM here and I have to be awake again in a few short hours so I must curb my enthusiasm and let it suffice to say you moved me deeply, and that if I were less sleepy I might be compelled to write some more tonight.

Indeed I am feeling you tickle the place reserved for my muses.

e. xxx

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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Wed 28th Aug 2019 17:15

Thank you Adam for your kind words. It's so nice to hear that what you wrote resonates with another person and helped them too. It makes my heart feel really warm and fuzzy. ?

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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 28th Aug 2019 14:09

Glad you liked that Rumi piece Adriana.

Adam happy to hear you got something from it too. Loved the cat poem you post to my page also, I was funnily enough thinking about writing a cat piece around the time you first mentioned it too me! Great minds unknowingly thinking alike!

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Adam Rabinowitz

Wed 28th Aug 2019 13:46

Thank you for your beautifully crafted words and perspective. Ruth...the Rumi poem was a great companion piece. I needed them both.

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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Wed 28th Aug 2019 11:59

Thank you so much Kate ?

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Wed 28th Aug 2019 09:19

I loved this Adriana.

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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Wed 28th Aug 2019 09:18

Thank you Devon, Don and Ruth for the kind words and support. I really appreciate them. They have made my day!

@Ruth, thanks for sharing such a lovely poem. I can definitely appreciate the similarities. It is beautifuly written.

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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 28th Aug 2019 01:25

Brilliant I especially liked the haunted hallways of childhood memories! Glad you're in a different house these days though. It reminds me of one of my favourite pieces from Rumi

This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


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Don Matthews

Tue 27th Aug 2019 23:04

Adriana - I echo Devon's comment. So well done.....

Devon - you are an artist even when you comment......

Devon Brock

Tue 27th Aug 2019 22:32

Well penned, Adriana. Past failures and loss provide guidance. Those that refuse to have a cup of coffee with old ghosts are doomed to haunting beggars with rattling cups.


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