Changing colors like changing seasons

With my seasonal depression it’s interesting to witness how I change from one season to another, kinda like the leaves on trees

Slowly the world begins to fade from black and white
Nature adds in greens and blues and pinks
The leafs start to bud and the Bess are waking up
I can feel it inside of me
My world is changing and so am I
I’m fading from a deep sad blue
To a bright lovely green
I can feel it springing to life in my steps
I can feel it blooming in my cheeks
I can see it in my eyes
No longer sad showers but rays of happiness
No angry storms or dark misty days
I can taste the sunshine on my tongue
I can hear my laughter echoing in my chest
I can feel the heat of a smile smear across my face
Slowly I’m fading from black and white too

Author's Note

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

At age 61, most of my life I’ve experienced such mood swings as part of being bipolar. For some years, I would get that exact same “waking up” feeling you describe, when spring was at hand. I felt like I could climb mountains & I wanted to jump every handsome guy I took a shine to (this is manic behavior, not just a lack of depression). So I totally understand the transformation so well detailed in your poem. I love the way you describe it in terms of springtime bursting on the outside, when it’s actually a reflection of how it feels on the inside. I also love the way your poem starts out with a somewhat plodding pace & then it gradually speeds up, as if becoming manic & frenzied & excited by the possibilities all around! Now that I’m old, these mood swings are not as pronounced, but I do remember it being this exactly like this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Jas]

I'm glad you can relate however not in a very good way

[barleygirl]

I hope you know I really like your poem & admire how truthful & creative it is! *smile*

[Jas]

Thank you so much 😊