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Melancholy's Revelation

I have enclosed you with gloom inside the womb, babe's safe haven attacking your fortress as your Mom writhed in agony drowning you against rejection fluid… Then I welcomed you with hopelessness watched your struggles to yell miraculous survival shout yet skeptic about your Mom’s deafening wails accepting her loss over your birth… Finally, I sealed you around grievous abandonment-asylum since your Mom signed freedom waiver liberating you both from each other toward partnership-severance… But, now… I accept my failure seeing you thriving in love as God verily champions grace and compassion* with your orphanage family. *Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. May 13, 2023 10th place, "Anatomy of Melancholy" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 5/14/2023.

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Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 5/17/2023 5:18:00 AM

this is a different take on the theme, with some good internal rhyme and word combinations, leaving the reader thoughtful..congrats on your win in the contest!

Sam Kauffman

Date: 5/15/2023 11:15:00 AM

Beata, congratulations on your win. Your word choice is so dynamic and definitely in the spirit of Lamentations and in the spirit of the Psalms of Lament where every one of them, except one, ends with a beautiful prayer of confidence. Truly "God champions grace and compassion." Perfect ending. Blessings my friend.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/15/2023 6:32:00 AM

Great personification! Uniquely yours! Congratulations, Beata!

Christuraj Alex

Date: 5/14/2023 8:05:00 PM

"I accept my failure seeing you thriving in love as God verily champions grace and compassion" - beautifully written. Congratulations!

Triny Xiang

Date: 5/13/2023 7:59:00 AM

If I read this from your viewpoint, it's a heartbreaking tale of motherhood. I'm constantly reminded children are not ours but sparrows to release however they may fall or rise. Walking in compassion as Christ did is a lifetime of fumbling and tumbling. I see that you have a head start. Bravo.