Nicole reminds
Fear no longer sits with
melancholy; it dances wildly,
trumpeting its arrival upon the
departure of sadness. There was
security in despair, as if
depression was some sort of
cloak of invisibility, and wrapping
myself in it ensured my quiet
observation of the world.
Fear has stripped me of my cloak
to parade me naked
through rush hour traffic,
an amusing distraction
for the hordes of unforgiving eyes.
The echoes of laughter
have found a way deep into
the canals of my ears, riding
the waves into my brain to stick
like terrible songs; melodies
that pine for lost loves
like melancholy and me.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
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