everyday the weather
changes in
my head
sometimes working together
thoughts spin
the storm is fed
it begins with days
of rolling, foggy
air; thick & mysterious
emotional rays
illuminate groggy
moods, exposing me: furious
winds pick up
fast, confusion settles
stubbornly blinding
sense of self erupts
last petal
still alive...binding
roots dig deep
struggling to hold on
as climate overpowers
attempting to keep
thriving til its gone
so again I can flower
because not all
days are dull
billowing, wild
today is fall
colors are full
thoughts mild
though you never
know what the day will bring
until you open your eyes
the mind is clever
capable of many things
accepting what serves & cutting foe ties
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