Sometimes, my mood swings become absolutely exhausting. This piece was inspired by my feelings surrounding how these mood swings change my self-perception, and the way I interact with the people around me. I've always had a problem with that they would push those around me away because they'd like some more stable "weather".
A Breakdown of the Seasons
There is a fear that I am too much like the weather;
a harsh and ever-changing being.
Uncontrollable at best.
a harsh and ever-changing being.
Uncontrollable at best.
Sometimes I am a warm spring day.
Blooming with flowers and good intentions, creating everything and
becoming new again with the rains that fall.
Blooming with flowers and good intentions, creating everything and
becoming new again with the rains that fall.
Sometimes I am a sultry summer day.
An unforgiving heat that even cherry red ice pops and childhood sprinklers cannot touch;
the kind that leaves everything washed out and dull, praying for any means of
relief from the feverous onslaught of unadulterated heat.
An unforgiving heat that even cherry red ice pops and childhood sprinklers cannot touch;
the kind that leaves everything washed out and dull, praying for any means of
relief from the feverous onslaught of unadulterated heat.
Sometimes I am a brisk Autumn day.
The kind that creates an empty feeling in your chest, leaving you to
silently pray for a mild winter as everything falls around you.
Uncertain if your heart can handle getting any colder.
The kind that creates an empty feeling in your chest, leaving you to
silently pray for a mild winter as everything falls around you.
Uncertain if your heart can handle getting any colder.
Sometimes I am a frigid winter day.
In mid-January, when the warmth of spring feels just as distant as
the dog days of summer.
Leaving you bored and breathless by the cold. A blanket of ice coating everything- including the warmth you're so
used to basking in around those you adore.
In mid-January, when the warmth of spring feels just as distant as
the dog days of summer.
Leaving you bored and breathless by the cold. A blanket of ice coating everything- including the warmth you're so
used to basking in around those you adore.
I will keep insisting that the weather channel is more trustworthy than my mood.
I will learn to accept the fact that people move to warmer climates for a reason. I will learn to embrace the truth that I cannot always be a warm spring day.
