Seasonal-Affective-Disorder
Updated: Nov 30, 2021
As if in Winter, I freeze in time.
I am a fickle being -temperamental in design.
The sun releases my soul; With the heat I let myself grow.
Chills pause my reach. I no longer feel deep. Just cold; still. Unable to move, Unable to sleep.
Season by season, Discovering of self, New feelings, New reasons.
A coaster of up and down. Stone cold to unearthing things unfound. Warm then hot, I fall with Fall to a temperature drop.
I’m ice. I’m hard. I feel hallow. I feel far – from any sense of my self. I just want this ice to melt.
2/11/15
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