Moody Musing Melancholia
In Haiku. Of course.
Sorrow in the dark
Covers me like a blanket
Weighted with silence.
The stillness could be
Inertia. Move my body,
Shift the energy.
Walk through the night chill.
Breathe deep so the heavy falls
Off me and away.
Lighter and lighter
With each step. The breath sets me
Free, makes me buoyant.
The air refreshes.
I can almost touch the cool
Crisp chill, almost cold.
Its subtle bite brings
Me back to life. I look up.
Is it a cliché?
The moon, full and bright,
Shines in the soft, misty night.
Wish that my longing
Comes alive for me,
One way, perhaps the other.
Does it matter? No.
Not really. What matters
Is my melancholia
Has dissipated.
I feel much better,
The sadness kept at bay for
Another slow day.
My spirit revived,
I turn around, grateful to
Find my way back home.
I wrote this the other night. I had been in a deep funk all day that only got worse as the hours passed. I forced myself out the door to take a walk and shake off that feeling.
So what’s the moral of the story?
When you feel awful, go for a walk. I won’t promise you’ll get to amazing, but your emotional state will improve. When you’re starting from awful, that’s almost as good as amazing.
