O, melancholy!

O, melancholy!

Just yesterday, I was like a tornado. Violent winds blew inside me, trying to destroy me from within, to destroy my deepest convictions, to shake my faltering self-esteem. Often, I withdrew into myself to imprison this destructive wind.

Today, I am a whiny drizzle. I am terrified of going outside and facing the accusing glances that despise and mock me, my uncertain steps, my doubts, my apprehensions, my fears and my disarming emotionality.

Tomorrow, I will be an emotional tsunami. Happy to finally emerge from my torpor, I will extricate myself from these abyssal depths that have imprisoned me for months and plunged me into this gloom, this suffocating and paralyzing grayness that prevented me from truly being myself.

One day, I will become an erupting volcano. As soon as the gloom and fog have dissipated from my daily life, I will firmly grasp my rudder and set sail for a blue horizon. Never again will I venture into the unknown or be shipwrecked on these nebulous reefs.

About the author :

Novelist, poet, short story writer and author of children’s books, Réjean Roy has written more than forty titles and is the founding president of L’arc-en-ciel littéraire.

A native of Allardville, New Brunswick, his works often have psychological or sociological implications.

In 2016, The International Network Of Women Philosophers — UNESCO ASOLAPO ITALIA — awarded him a distinction for academic, artistic, social, cultural and humanitarian achievements.