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.
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.