Fear no longer sits with
melancholy; it dances wildly,
trumpeting its arrival upon the
departure of sadness. There was
security in despair, as if
depression was some sort of
cloak of invisibility, and wrapping
myself in it ensured my quiet
observation of the world.
Fear has stripped me of my cloak
to parade me naked
through rush hour traffic,
an amusing distraction
for the hordes of unforgiving eyes.
The echoes of laughter
have found a way deep into
the canals of my ears, riding
the waves into my brain to stick
like terrible songs; melodies
that pine for lost loves
like melancholy and me.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Nicole Lyons 
You make the two left feet of depression and fear dance beautifully and proudly with your words.
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What an amazing comment. Thank you, Mark
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I absolutely love how you juxtaposed the two emotions, then wrote on to describe so deliciously the effect that change of emotions had on you. The perfection with which you describe fear, and the resultant metaphor is gorgeous and relatable.
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Thank you so much Rob
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You are welcome Nicole
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Your words serve as a blanket of familiarity and comfort.
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Thank you David, what a lovely comment.
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You can only fake it so far.
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Thank you for giving two of life’s most exhausting emotions a place to inspire & even calm those of us dancing with them every day xxx
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Brilliant. I love you
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Thank you ❤ Love you too
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Grass is always greener
Life is always cleaner
When we wish we had forever
In the way that we might choose
So we trumpet our uniqueness
Goad our fear that it might seek us
Whilst we yearn for our lost bleakness
And whichever way we lose.
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Lizzi! I absolutely love that. ❤
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❤
Yay!
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Oh Nicole, this sound awful. It is a poignant piece -unfortunately one has to suffer articulate this pain like you have. Hugs.
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Thank you so much for that ❤
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This makes my chest ache, thinking of the pain… But it’s also aching beautiful. Wonderful write.<3
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Thank you so much Alfa ❤
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❤❤❤
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Love you
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Love you more doll! I promise my tattoo will be revealed soon. I am hoping to have you guest again in March or April. I want to lead into why I got the tattoo. It would be an absolute honor if you wrote for March or April . The themes for those issues are exciting to me!
March: “Empowering Women”–for Women’s History Month we want to hear uplifting, proactive, compassionate stories about being a woman, loving a woman, and empowering women all over the world.
April: “Resurrection”–tell your story about coming back from adversity stronger than ever!
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You got it, I’m all yours. Thrilled and honoured that you asked me, and damn it woman! Let me see the ink!
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I promise I will. The area is swollen . I am on steroid cream due to swelling! ❤ your words are too important to me to show them when I look gross
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😊❤❤
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❤️❤️💕❤️
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Well done!
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Thank you so much
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You’re most welcome-)
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The safety of depression – a neglected truth – I’m reminded of “I Am A Rock” by Simon and Garfunkel:
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole reminds
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Thank you Bob ❤
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