What sadness?

Trying to
share your sadness with the world,
hoping that they can ease your pain.

To take it away,
and maybe
their happiness to obtain.

But sadness is catchy
it brings others down
and you remain the same.

And no one can ever really know
how you feel
sometimes they don't even know your name.

When you hear how
others lives are
you want to be strong, for them.

To be an inspiration,
as they are to many,
but from where does it stem?

There she sits
in a hospital room,
with an electric menorah tonight.

While I stare
at the flickering flames
complaining about my morbid plight.

And she makes me smile still,
and I want to cry
because I dont know what true sadness is about.

While she, she is strong
beyond her means.
And sadness, I can do without.

Happy Chanukah.