There’s always Hope
I’ve been wrestling with feeling melancholy.
It just happens.
Sometimes it comes on of it’s own accord, sometimes it’s just something in life that you have no control over.
It hits me like I wave I didn’t see coming while I was too busy admiring the beauty in a tidal pool.
I spent all day worrying, and watery eyed.
Unraveling like a poor crocheted sock caught on a nail.
Am i a leaf caught in the wind? Or am I the tempest unknowing of my own strength in emotion?
I don’t always have the answers….
I have to remember that there’s always a rainbow at the end of the storm.
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