Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers,

Before going to bed, I have decided to write down how I feel. With no context or processing of my emotions, just the raw feeling that sat in my chest and at the pit of my stomach. This is my melody.

Both steadily and messily I have journeyed through my patient path,

Breathlessly I am presently at the beginning of my therapy,

And after years of tenacity, I now feel my own serenity,

As if serendipity were resting upon my shoulder,

And the pure transparency and the clarity I feel within each step,

Brings me into a forestry of enlightened euphoria,

Where the synchronicities are the currency,

And whilst the melody has its tragedies,

The velvety empathy I breathe is my remedy.

In kindness,
C x