The weathers are changing
and so are the days
But will I stay
the same in all my ways?
I feel the harsh winds
rising and falling
breaking the glasses
screaming and brawling.
I can feel the storm
of the deep blue seas
destroying the determined
with a snap’s ease.
With the blink of an eye
there’s a discharge
of hopefulness and certainty
for everything small and large.
And suddenly it’s bright,
chirpy and sunny,
and the mere existence
of these stormy winds seems funny.
I open my eyes to
happy, resplendent colors
with birds flying free
and humans squandering dollars.
Where did the storms vanish?
Where did the winds disappear?
How did my mind change weathers
to sustain the pain
and to escape its fears?