Sowing Together Sadness

[tun]

I wrote this piece to understand my own sadness, not to prove that I have a life; because I know I do. Why do does grief come in waves? Maybe its because accepting sadness cures something deep inside, that isn't ever solved by moving on. So there is no story to my tears, there is no point in the suffering. But it somehow happens again and again. The problem with this piece for you isn't the words or the writing, it's the human condition. And babe, I'm not sure if that we be fixed anytime soon. I declare my words in this poem not because I think they are right, but because I want them to be. There is no invitation, because I was never invited to feel sadness, just like I wasn't invited to be born. Also, this is not an attack or an argument against you personally, it's about the poem. I do admit this isn't my favorite piece, or my best words. I want you to know that I love constructive criticism, just as much as I love to respond to it. And I hope you do to!

''The problem with this piece for you isn't the words or the writing, it's the human condition.''
This is highly inappropriate. I intended to talk about the text.

The text does not appear to be satirical. The text does not appear to be minimalist. The text does not appear to be maximalist. The text appears to represent a form of communication that sets up the expectation of a context for the proceeding states depicted. Which are at times alien and unfamiliar or unrecognizable as possible.

My grief is a ground center for healing (The phrase suggests stability, but what is the “ground” here? What anchors the healing?)
Wet tears layered on small frowns
Push me beyond my feelings (This creates motion, but it’s not clear what specific experience is pushing, or where “beyond” leads.)
Feeling the weight of the water (Where does the water imagery arise from — tears, drowning, or something else? The source isn’t defined.)
Stone cold skin fluctuating in scale of slaughter (What is being slaughtered? Without an object, the metaphor feels unmoored.)
I learned my growth shows when I drown (If drowning is literal, speech is impossible; if figurative, what exact condition does it signify?)
As much as when I come up for air
Teal and amethyst shades of sad wash over
Past reality finally seeping into now
Realization hits so hard that eyes can only cry (Realization of what? The poem leaves this unspecified, which limits the emotional impact.)
But now, emerges a chance to set a clean slate (What is the chance, and how does it emerge? The reader needs context to follow.)
Sadness creates clarity more compelling than fake relief (What constitutes “fake relief”? Without example, it remains abstract.)
Pushing cautious, circumspect, careful gestures forward
Only the most heart-wrenching emotions can be dual-wielded (The image of “dual-wielding” suggests combat, but how does this apply to emotions? Clarification would deepen the effect.)
A fixture of future strength and sanctuary now (What is the fixture? A person, a place, or an inner quality? The referent is missing.)