Loss overwhelms the soul.

A matriarch ageing,

A patriarch gone,

Sanctuary eroding.

How relentless is time.

Tearing at stability.

Can hope be found,

In amongst the rubble?



Pervading sadness

Not thrilling but compelling

Way easily lost

Comforting melancholy

Erodes will spends energy

For Ronovans Monday challenge where key words are sad and thrill.


Melancholy’s Pit

Tetchiness hiding deep sadness,

Nearly overwhelmed.

Melancholy’s pit came close.

But I saw its approach!

It was tempting to jump in.

Its monochrome space,

Is comforting, safe.

But its bleak views,

and the hard climb out,

Stayed my leap.

This week has been a struggle as my mind has been melancholy. I have been gripped before like this and found myself in the ‘pit’, which basically meant putting my existence on pause, which is not as pleasant as it sounds. I have learnt to see the pit approaching and do all I can not to dive in. As it is better, in the long run, to struggle through topside. Than to have to break the miserable thought cycle and muster the energy to climb out. But if you are in the pit right now, I understand and I promise you are not alone.

This Brené Brown video on empathy vs sympathy is excellent guidance. Not just when handling someone you care about’s sadness, but also in checking how your internal dialogue is treating you.

Misery Begone

You have every right to exist

So try and wear a smile

Soon this melancholy will desist

And you know you’re not vile

Sometimes it’s hard to remember

That you have a place in this world

So easy to give in, surrender

Leaving hope unfurled

But every time I hit a low

I must convince me once again

That this is just my ebb and flow

The me that’s mad and sane

Take heart as every time you manage

To find the means to carry on

You’re beginning to know the language

That lets this misery be gone.