Like seasons my moods fluctuate,
sometimes sunny and euphoric then desolate and cold.
When I’m good, everything flows.
Other times I am frozen, submerged in ice cold water.
I desperately kick up for air but my thoughts hold me under,
and I don’t know how much longer I can fight for.
Then after the never-ending Winter,
spring comes around, as it always does.
The water slowly gets warmer
and the flowers start to bloom.
I find my flow again, basking in the light and the colours,
all the while knowing seasons can’t last forever.