Melancholy Girl

Melancholy girl,

soft, quiet, Sadness ~

she is your constant companion.

how to escape such company?

smiles erupt, laughter bubbles free

and she waits...

finger gently tapping, reminding -

she is there.

she beckons from behind the mask

friend familiar, comforting.

you are drawn to her:

in melodies & rhythms

poems & stories

crowded rooms & silent solitude.

you find her in everyday pictures:

the lone hill-top tree

the single, empty red chair

forlorn flower in last moments of bloom.

your favorite things are full of her:

soft, grey rainstorm days,

season of dying- leaves returning to earth

as vibrant colors fade, awaiting rebirth.

objects old & forgotten.

how is it you walk hand in hand with her?

does everyone cradle her heaviness?

at times I curl in around her weight &

she carries me back to places buried deep.

she holds me captive.

more often, she becomes the perfect lens ~

forcing me to pause, contemplate the moment,

see the beauty only found in her.

I have learned many things, she has taught me well.

deeply known to me ~ a gift.

I recognize her voice in others.

I help them travel her furrows,

bear her intrusion.

I think now we are tightly fitted.

there is no dividing one from the other.

I am a melancholy girl...

and that makes me happy.