Ball of Sadness

Last night
I plunged my fist
into my chest
and pulled out
a wad of sadness.
I balled it up,
imperfect sphere,
and tossed it
around the room.
one minute,
it's gone.
the next,
it strikes me,
wave of sadness.
it bounced off
of the walls
of regret
all night long,
beating against
the window
of fear.
it pounded that
pane of denial,
over and over,
and over,
until it shattered
the glass,
flew freely
through still air,
and landed
in His outstretched