In the absence of melancholy

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

31 thoughts on “In the absence of melancholy

  1. 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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      1. 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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  2. 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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