Melancholy’s web.

Melancholy tells you to stay,

tangles you in a whisper-soft fray,

spun from every sorrow you’ve ever known,

coated in the sweet, sticky promise of understanding,

more accommodating than the sound of hope.

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It feels safe, doesn’t it?

To sink into the ache, to wrap it around your ribs,

to let it cradle you in the arms of something that finally knows you exist,

that finally names your suffering's flame,

that lets you settle into the victim's name.

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Because pain is real, and you have known it.

Cracked-open, storm-drenched, teeth-clenched known it.

You have traced its lines in your tired palms,

felt it coil around your throat in the night....

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And maybe, for a while, you listen.

Maybe, for a while, you let yourself dissolve

into the quiet hum of songs that do not end in light,

sad poems that do not evolve,

Thoughts that echo and replay,

thriving only on yesterday.

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But melancholy is a liar,

a lover with a hollow embrace,

With prison gates fire,

offering you shelter while stealing your wings.

It does not show you the door,

only the bars on the window, and nothing more.

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It does not tell you that pain is just one part of the story.

It does not remind you that there is more.

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More than this ache, more than this waiting,

more than sorrow’s hands, suffocating.

more than the ghosts you endlessly chase.

more than a life shaped only by fate.

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So, love your pain enough to leave it.

Honor your wounds, then step beyond them.

Because healing is not betrayal,

and sadness was never meant to be home.

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There’s a dawn that doesn’t demand your suffering to rise.

A joy that doesn’t erase what you’ve survived,

but holds it gently,

sings to it softly,

and says, you are more than what you've gone through.

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There’s a future not built from loss,

but forged from the fire you’ve had to cross.

Not made of fragments, not made of dread,

but built from all the tears you’ve shed.

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So untangle yourself from the web,

Unweave the whispers that fills your head.

Let the silk of sorrow fall from your skin,

let the light start pouring in.

And walk— defiant, radiant and true,

into the life that waits beyond the web,

The life that’s been waiting for you…..all these years.