WEATHER MIND
Bill Clark 04-14-05
At all times
It is like my mind is a world
It is like my emotions are weather systems
The systems move in and across the world
The systems move in slow or fast
The weather changes in my mind
New fronts, Cold or Warm
New pressures, High or Low
At my youngest times
It was like my mind was a world
It was like my emotions were weather systems
Memory fades but it seems the weather was good
Sunshine filled my mind
Clouds moved in once a while
Small showers sprung up when I hungered
They never lasted and the sunshine would return
At my child like times
It was like my mind was a world
It was like my emotions were weather systems
The sunshine became less frequent
More days were overcast with more showers
Showers turned into storms as independence began to set in
Conflicts between authority and independence turned off the sun
After the storms, the sunshine somehow always found its way back
In my teenage times
It was like my mind was a world
It was like my emotions were weather systems
Storms were frequent and violent.
The sun shone on the basketball courts, inside and out
The sun shone in her eyes and calmed me in a storm.
The storms always came back instead of the sunshine
The storms increased in their violence.
In my early adult times
It was like my mind was a world
It was like my emotions were weather systems
Space between independence and authority had calmed the storms
Skies were overcast though with the sun showing rarely
Then sun became son and son blued my skies
Weather became partly cloudy and sun and son became one
The weather had seemed to stabilize for the first time.
Now my middle adult times
And it is like my mind is a world
And it is like my emotions are weather systems
Then one day without warning the sky turned black
Lightning hit all around me and I could not dodge it
It struck me hard and the worst storm I have ever known began
The bolts pinned me to the ground and the world was ending
The waters from the storm rose and I was sure I would drown
Today in the present times
It is like my mind is a world
It is like my emotions are weather systems
That storm is slowly moving out and the skies are overcast
I stand and with all my might try to blow the clouds away
I see a speck of sunshine once in awhile but not often enough
I don’t give up and continue to search for that sun
And once or twice it has shown down on me giving me warmth
Until comes my death time
My mind will be like a world
My emotions will be like weather systems
And I will find that sun and clear weather
One day I will look my face to the sun and smile
One day there may be no clouds in sight
One day I will wake up to sun and look forward to tomorrow
And one day I will die under sunny skies.
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