Melancholy Moods

Melancholy moods, they come and go,

A shadow cast upon my soul,

A heaviness that brings me low,

A weight that's hard to bear on the whole.

In times like these, I long to be,

A bird that flies up high and free,

Above the clouds, where I can see,

A world that's full of possibility.

But still, I stay, anchored to the ground,

Where every day feels like a battleground,

Fighting off the sadness that surrounds,

And searching for a way to rebound.

Melancholy moods, test my will,

But I know that I must persevere still,

For every storm must eventually still,

And the sun will shine again, with a thrill.

So I'll weather this storm, and hold on tight,

And pray that my heart will soon take flight,

And find its way back to the light,

Away from the melancholy moods of the night.