December 13, 2020
Most days I write words meant for me.
I later ask, “Should others see?”
If words I write share how I feel
Can they perhaps help others heal?
I never know if I should share.
Although exposed and feeling bare,
I choose to share the good, the bad,
And even days I’m feeling sad.
Like mushrooms sadness thrives in shade.
I shine the light and pray they fade.
Beware before you read much more,
Today that’s what you have in store.
The melancholy rhyme I wrote
I thought should have a warning note.
I thought that you should be aware
Sometimes it’s sadness that I share.
Perhaps today you can relate
If not, stop here, it’s not too late.
Some days the clouds make dark my sky.
I seldom know the reason why.
I pray the darkness won’t last long.
I pray that soon it will be gone.
I pray the sadness in my heart
Will not survive, will soon depart.
Does melancholy have a cure,
Or is it something to endure?
Perhaps it’s life in this cocoon.
Will I emerge? I pray it’s soon.
It’s cold and dark I long for spring.
Perhaps I’ll have a song to sing.
I’ve been so long inside this cave,
Can I hang on, stay strong and brave?
Will I emerge a butterfly,
Extend my wings into the sky?
I have the Lord to get me through.
In Him I trust. His Word is true.