melancholy in blue

 
sadness dances on my periphery
then with a low graceful bow, she enters
melancholy has come to call
my inner hidden pain in bloom
the one I never face
 
she looks pale and thin
tired from the long journey to the forefront of my soul
I have no choice I have to see her
 
she brings with her a diary of self truths
one you give up too easy...failing yourself
two you hold a grudge tightly to your chest then deny the truth of it
three you're beautiful and you don't see it
 
she invites me into her inner sanctum...there I see three mirrors
I peer into the first and I see my childhood face gazing back
I am a forlorn child
the second shows me today
beautiful but in need of instruction
the third is my future...it is misty
 
melancholy turns to me and says it's up to you what you will see