A Healthy Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A healthy sort of sadness has come to fill me now.

Having been taking time with people who have needed
someone, holding their hands through grief and
supporting them.

Then a time comes where they can hold on to life and
have their feet once again on solid ground.

Filling them with love and seeing the need to now let
them go forward on their own, is a part of the helping
that is the hardest.

Yet, the sight of seeing them able to hold their own
in life enables me to let go and leave their sides.

Sometimes coming or returning and we stay friends
throughout our lives.

Other times we just separate and move on in opposite
directions, no fault or lessening of either one of us.