Mood Swings, aka, Weather

It’s raining in June

After having been ninety-five degrees

A week ago.

The weather

is reflecting my twenties,

Back at me,

Angry,

Sad,

Afraid,

Powerful,

Persistent embers

Hopeful.

So that I remember,

So that I don’t shed it behind me.

The darkness comes,

Like the rain,

The cold and snow,

And the darkness goes,

In the nature of life.

And one without the other,

Is hallow.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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