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Natural Melancholy

I wept to a bird
who drank bleach
from the hands
of a psychopath.

Sun, May 28, 2017 | Model info | Footnotes
I wrote on myself again this week because I meant to find someone else to write on, and it just didn't happen. I have been pretty sad lately, from natural life things. Moving to a new city is of course exciting and amazing and full of cool wondrousness. It is also lonely, frustrating, exhausting, and hard. Most times you don't hear much about the latter, more difficult parts of what it's like to move to another country. Social media is all about sharing the exoticness of it, the perfect adventure. All of this hardship I've been dealing with will pass, as everything always changes whether or not you want it to. In the meantime, I do think it's important to acknowledge it as a part of my life right now. Talking about my sadness is a helpful step in overcoming it. Not talking about it and ignoring it generally just makes it worse. So here I am, and here is the poem I wrote for myself, to share a piece of what is going on inside me lately, a bare vulnerability which I hope contributes to shining some light on the darkness. No need to worry. All emotions are fuel for growth, which I fully intend to use in recovering my zen.