If you haven’t experienced true melancholia
be glad. And it’s okay to be glad
for some who have gone through cancer and depression say they’d take cancer over the adversary of depression
which is really astounding.
It is difficult to explain and the only reason I keep trying is that
I want the world to be a more compassionate place for all. You see,
kill themselves. Some people cut or hurt
And some shrivel up
like the moldy apple core I found under the bed, sticky
and covered in lint and decay. But many people,
the hardest thing of all. They carry on, and
becomes a steep climb up a high altitude mountain.
I read, I pray, I try to understand
It. I try to understand myself.
I write. And no matter how hard I work, and I do
work, very, very hard
I am still
a person who carries melancholia on my back. I cannot shake it. And if you’re a longtime reader you know,
I’ve tried. Oh,
how I’ve tried.
This is something I carry, like Jacob’s limp after wrestling with God. And I can only hope
It sits well in me,
and can be redemptive for others,