A wave of sadness swept across her mind; like the high tide that only leaves rubble in its wake. The day had started like any other and then out of the blue she started feeling like a dump. Uninvited guests always irked her and this one was no exception. Sarah felt something tugging at her heart; something that she couldn’t dismiss or ignore. A heavy weight seemed to press on her and there wasn’t much she could do about it. She wanted to cry but not a tear trickled. She tried to force a smile, as she looked at herself in the mirror in the loo, but her smile gave away her mood. Work was slower than usual at the supermarket where she worked, and that only made it worse. The thought of calling Hugh did cross her mind, but she knew they would end up fighting on a day like this.
The evening was cold and glum as she drove home from work. Even the perky RJ on the radio and the peppy tracks that were played refused to lift her blues. Sarah threw herself on the couch and lay there for a while. She hated this feeling….And then suddenly she knew what to do. She sat at her desk by the window and started writing. Words oozed and she felt liberated. The sun was peeping through the clouds just as a rainbow formed in her heart. She swirled and giggled; for the first time today she was happpppppy!
7 comments:
:) so true
Anybody who has experienced this "lump in the throat" or the "heavy slab on your head" feeling before a poem or song makes it way - knows this is soo true! I have also often wondered why a mild depression precedes my most beautiful poetry writing sessions. No wonder the best artists and writers are depressed/ have been depressed for a major chunk of their life! Good going re!
Sadness, Happiness two faces of the same coin? or is it the imperative to get out of sadness thats playing a role here?
Anyways,reading this made me happy though!
most of my mondays are like this.... well written, as usual :)
i guess both of us are the classic victims of these low spells...
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And I so relate to these swings. In my case it's PMS. * sigh *
I do exactly the same...writing helps me to get past the blues...a story or a memory or even a thought ...Keats ' , one of my favourite poets made melancholy an art form and his poetry celebrates beauty even in sadness
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