A poem about sadness

I am having a sad and quiet sort of day
My mind wandering along well worn paths
Turning over memories 
Feeling the time worn smoothness
Where sharp edges once were
Catching here and there on 
Parts more jagged
Or more freshly knapped
By recent blows 

There is a strange comfort and peace
In allowing grief and pain their space
I was hurt but I am whole
My tears now
Soft rain in the wake of storms

I read words written in remembered anguish
Find in them fierce strength
Unflinching honesty
Generous love
I am content with who I am
Maybe even a little proud

Self compassion warms
A tired, aching heart
And my sadness eases
With the hint of a smile

#notasbadasvogons