Melancholy

 

Until I get pictures figured out on this blog, here's a poem that I wrote. This is a poem I wrote just today, and I might need to work on it a bit. It's fairly long, but eventful. There are deep meanings to every line, some that can't necessarily be understood unless the story is explained.  By the way, I'm not depressed, this poem isn't about me, although its based on true events. It's fairly sad and dark, but in the end its about hope and moving forward, the melancholies of life, loving more deeply, faith, and trust. 

A Melancholy Medley

A life can change another

A day can change a life

Whether it be joyful or filled with pain

That is the sting of pure loves knife

Taken suddenly from her sister

Was that precious babe she loved 

When fate irrationally decided 

To take her mother home above

It hurt for a while, her heart was on the mend

She feared this grief was permanent

In some ways it was, it left a scar

But this brave young princess got up again

Though pain still withered her heart 

She found joy that filled her soul

A young prince, who freed her that prison

And made her eternally whole. 

Soon others entered her life

Much smaller and more innocent

Her heart was bursting with love

Both beautiful and magnificent

Her love was overflowing

Ready to be shared

But that October morning 

Left her deserted and scared

Once again, she was left in the dust

Vulnerable and afraid

How can life go on?
How can I be the same?

The pain and sorrow unbearable
Her prince, her hope, stolen

How can this be right, how can this be fair?
God took this love, I am forever broken

Shaking, numb, and alone

Others who needed her love pleaded

The burdens of this life heavies that winter

Left her source of love depleted

She slowly continued each day

Struggling to find the capacity

To be strong, an example for whom she had left

God held her, as she searched for her identity

His big brown eyes, soft olive skin

She watches the little boy grow

Her strawberry hair, bright blue eyes

These beautiful seeds she is left to sow

A memory here, an exciting tale

All the love that he left behind

Keeps her moving steadfastly along,

Their lives were yet to be defined.