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You shall not chase my gloom away!
There's such a charm in melancholy.
(Samuel Rogers, 1814)
I think, I was born under the shadow of melancholy. I was a woebegone girl
since birth. My mother said she never saw anyone with such an aching heart.
To me there was anguish and agony everywhere in my world. At the side of
the road, a dead bird would bring me to tears and with a heavy heart I would
hold a funeral. My parents refused to let me bury squirrels but I prayed quite
mournfully for their souls. When my sister died in childhood, I was overcome
with grief and down-hearted. I became desolate and miserable. In my eyes
there is a sadness still that could shatter glass, it is so sorrowful. As I grew up,
I was a moody girl, taken to reflection and reverie, deep in my innermost
thoughts and morose.
broken bleeding heart
there is such heartache to see-
Then, I found poetry writing and my sulkiness found an outlet. Now I have
learned to use my melancholy and weariness and tiredness and even my
forever bitterness to create deep and dark poems. And with each beloved
death I have been crushed yet have used the wretched pain to write my tears
away. I will tell you the truth, I write my very best poems when I am down
and blue. I was once told that a poet must suffer to be good and I believe
that to be true. Sometimes, and don't laugh I force myself to be sad in order
to compose a pensive, broken poem.
deep in thought musing
that is where I find my pen-
September 25, 2016
Copyright Protected, ID 16-833-447-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Melancholy
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
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