My sadness is like a stone. A flat pebble, grey and smooth, in the palm of my hand. Small enough to wrap my fingers around. But there. Hard. And I turn it over and over. Like worry beads. Like faith. Like benediction. But the turning only makes it smoother, more familiar. Until it fits the curve of me like a whisper. There is a solidness to my sadness that is strange and deep and comforting. A solid, grounding weight that makes the return of light a gift. A reminder. My talisman. Held in my hand like a stone.
La Dolce Vita 
hey gorgeous whaddya got to be sad about? haven’t you just had a DW?
ONOES! Getting stoned is supposed to be fun.
if you throw the stone in anger, it can lift the sadness and replace it with vile satisfaction. stones have magic like that!
and i’m with nm – aren’t DW’s the cure for the blues? or is it the wish that every W be a DW?
“Until it fits the curve of me like a whisper” … again, lovely writing Dolce, got to love it.
On the flippant side, try throwing stones. Particularly at those who are ‘might be the cause of your unhappiness’ – better than a 1000 hours of therapy …
@ Nurse M > Ag. It’s lunar. But it makes for nice warblings.
@ Kyk > Heeeey. Duuuuuuude. You’re lank funny man. I’m getting the laggies. Noooooit. Hey, your head is HUUGE.
@ Dais > Don’t throw glass at people who live in stone houses.
@ Ms P > Watch me toyi-toyi… I could get into this whole “chuck stones at the oppressor” stuff. Sadly, the moon just waxes and wanes and laughs at our silliness.
Wow – powerful. Nice warblings indeed. I particularly like the … roundness? … of concept and expression. Even the moon factor works with this 🙂
However, I shall explain to the moon that I’d rather have you happy.
the moon just waxes
Almost like it’s getting ready for a DW…
@ Egadfly > *shuffles feet* ta Mr. Man in the Black Coat. But you know what? I’d rather have a sadness the size of a pebble that fits in my hand than the great big bloody rocks some of my more emo mates seem to lug about. And you can talk to the moon? Cooooooool!
I wish I could turn my lunar madness into something this eloquent. Flyboy probably wishes it too. 😀
Wonderful again, Dolce. You’re speaking from the soul, it seems.
And you have but open your hand and the stone will fall away from you… just as you open your heart again and your sorrow will fall away.
Gnukid: that sentiment in itself and how you expressed it, is just as beautiful. But I agree, this is writing that makes the soul sit up and take notice ….
@ Dolce :
You win at the game of Rock, Emo, Scissors. (Emo parasuicidally cuts self with Scissors. Rock crushes Emo.)
And, well, anyone can talk to the moon…
@ Katt > HAHAHA. I usually have to lock myself in a room and hide my hideous self from the world (weremaid, anyone?)
@ Gnu > I think a small sadness is part of what makes us rich and complex and interesting, as people. But I get the sentiment. Thank you!
@ P (and Gnu) > I agree with you P, and ta!
@ Egadfly > *snort* that’s a C&H cartoon right there! And jaaa…it’s whether the moon talks back. Cheeky moon.