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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.





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.


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