Melancholoy musings

The storm of my winter has passed.

I am beyond the void,

the space between neither here, nor there.

Im back on the swing.

A kaleidoscope of colours swirl through my day.

Melancholy returning, my mood moves from grey to blue.

Diving into the depths, thoughts pooling in my mind.

I take time to listen

Moments of silence and personal space, uninterrupted.

Stillness.

Pureness.

Grief.

Love.

Honouring the feelings.

Allowing them to flow freely.

Tears are cleansing,

as they roll down my cheeks I am in awe at just how deeply women feel.

The sunshine returns.

From melancholy comes creation.