ah, sweet melancholia
peaceful grey,
dark place
of the heavy soul
familiar refuge
secluded recluse
i have returned to your arms,
wrapped in your comfort
the cool embrace
of withdrawal and solitude
little grey cloud
you hover in blue skies
have I welcomed your shade?
is this madness?
am I my own abuser?
gentle hands,
come.
touch my doubt
you who understand,
tell me my story
your wise words
have healed me
more than many times.
they have found this hiding place,
they guard my frail trust.
yet even now,
i see hope.
i float,
not sinking into the deep.
there is no fear that stalks
through locked rooms.
perhaps the shadows
are the angels friends?
ah melancholia,
you are a peaceful grey,
your dark has been joined
by light.
this is a familiar place,
a secluded refuge.
peaceful grey,
dark place
of the heavy soul
familiar refuge
secluded recluse
i have returned to your arms,
wrapped in your comfort
the cool embrace
of withdrawal and solitude
little grey cloud
you hover in blue skies
have I welcomed your shade?
is this madness?
am I my own abuser?
gentle hands,
come.
touch my doubt
you who understand,
tell me my story
your wise words
have healed me
more than many times.
they have found this hiding place,
they guard my frail trust.
yet even now,
i see hope.
i float,
not sinking into the deep.
there is no fear that stalks
through locked rooms.
perhaps the shadows
are the angels friends?
ah melancholia,
you are a peaceful grey,
your dark has been joined
by light.
this is a familiar place,
a secluded refuge.
6 Comments:
"tell me my story..."
Yes, that is exactly what I've been craving. Thank you for voicing it.
Thank you wilsonian, that's very encouraging... and sally... oh dear, how low does the net stoop
Hope your soul is healing well Billy
xx
Thank you dear friend. I am seeing much light and sensing much grace.
Oh my goodness... Sally is causing me to laugh so hard it hurts...
wilsonian... thanks for keeping me company... sometimes I wonder whether these words of mine simply fall off the earth.
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