Melancholy

Resignation

It's 2pm

I'm still in my pajama's

Hair unwashed

Dishes in the sink

I painted a picture

Called it

Melancholy.

Cuz I'm done searching

for any silver lining.

These clouds are just

Grey.

What am I?

Doing.

These walls are my everyday

and "out there" is a whole

big hostile world

When did I get so afraid?

I guess I feel ready to give up,

To let go

To accept the way the wind tosses my hair.

But it makes my eyes sting

Makes my chest tighten.

Giving my heart to the cause

Has not meant life will favour me

Sacrifice?

Fate?

Mysterious ways of God?

Too tired anymore to care.

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be what it will be