It’s not always sweetness and sunny life living,
Occasionally clouds swathe one’s moodiness.
Rock bottom has been hard hit and experienced,
Down and out without the glimmer of any escape.
Harmony and Hope are villages with optimistic tags,
Fortune shines on one, while the other slowly decays.
Black dogs are frequent visitors to vulnerable souls,
Weakened demeanours are backed into darker corners.
Closed shutters keep the daily bustle of living at odds,
Foggy minds retreat beyond their pinhead eyes of fear.
Sheltering within and about only themselves for safety,
Doom laden woes bear weighty pressures upon moods.
A severe sadness consumes any modicum of positivity,
Curtains drawn back review the outlook with a new dawn.
Shards of early sunshine implore efforts and nervous hearts,
Shadows cast themselves upon the mercies of the beholders.
Warmth absorbed by an upward facing fear slowly unwinds,
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/03/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘The Sun.’…