In the last week of this month, I turned 49 (a good thing) and marked the one year anniversary of my divorce. And attended the life celebration of a friend.
And though I am crafting a life of balance and peace, I have these periods of – umm – thought. Times when I find myself pulling in and away, and letting my thoughts wash over me. I'm okay with these down times, and I think that a life of pure joy would be too exhausting.
Melancholy
Wrapped in sadness, I let my soul
drift in a roiling sea,
overcome by a storm that engulfs me.
Waves wash over and around me.
In the dark, I am tossed
on a cold ocean of doubts; I am lost.
No signal flare to call for help,
no proffered hand of hope
to calm the journey, no anchoring rope.
Now and again I dive into
my swirling sea of doubt,
embrace the sadness with a silent shout,
and swim alone in my own thoughts –
I wonder what might be
as darkened waters cleanse and set me free.
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