A Cyclone's Expression

A poem about coping with the cycles of mental health and learning to evolve from it.

My mind was once painted like a red morning sky.

Thoughts floating on storm clouds.

Words once drizzles now hard rain falls.

My emotions once gusting winds now cyclones.

Seasons of wreckage I carried.

Until the day I learned to break

apart the storm clouds.

Now I paint red sunsets

on paper.