Poetry

Melancholia

Credit: Via Darrell Miller via Flickr

I wrote this about my struggle with mental illness and the things that can alleviate the pain.

I wish the wild wood would relieve this mire

This deep pit somewhere within my pale soul

It’s stirring, pulling, becoming more dire

I just wish something would fill up the hole

From time to time life throws a bone my way

Allowing me a short, quiet reprieve

As days pass on, as wild boughs start to sway

And gentle grasses ripple, dance and weave

The dappled sunlight soothes my aching heart

And springtime colors ease my hectic mind

And stubborn wild wood rips my life apart

Yet I see energies being intertwined

Take me to wild wood so that I may rest

And lay my weary head upon your chest

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