Regardless of summer joyousness,
I will sense the overcast of wintry darkness.
Sometimes I will feel happiness,
yet there is that which lingers smotheringly.
Always at the brim of my eyes
is a teary shower
which glazes over my eyes
and thunderous shouts erupt.
I don’t know how
to calm this storm anymore.
Perhaps, medication
will cure this unending stormy season.
And I can live in peace!
I can live in security!
The seasons of my moods!
The seasons of my storms…








I’ve never thought of it as like seasons before, but now that I have it is a strangely accurate description, especially when it feels more unpredictable. Maybe I should invest in an emotional tornado shelter.
A shelter from emotional tornadoes would be medication coupled with therapy… take it from me! lol
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian