Moments of Melancholy

In moments of melancholy, I wonder who that girl with a smile is; and how she deals with pain.

In moments of melancholy, I wonder how she got through the pits and valleys; how she found her laughter again.

In moments of melancholy, I wonder how she chooses to try again, and to try every time memories of moments passed come flooding in.

In moments of melancholy, I don’t know much about that girl, but I do know that if she can, so can I.  And in the comfort of that knowing, I lay my fear of never finding my way to rest.

For if she could learn to love again, so can I.

After all, she represents my past, present and future.

In her reflection I see who I  was, who I am, and who I will be.

For that girl is me.

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