Leaves

A short poem about how a day can shift from good to bad and back again when struggling with depressive moodswings.

My days are slowly falling leaves -
weightless, drifting to the ground.
Swept this way and that, left and right
between turmoil and peace, darkness and light.
When I fall to the earth and everyone grieves,
maybe then - at last - stillness will be found.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

Beautiful metaphor....how about adding a positive metaphor too, showing those brief moments where our souls escape that downward spiral?

You've painted a striking image of that escape we seek when darkness circles our minds.

I'm looking forward to reading your other work.

[Annak05]

Thanks so much for the feedback, I really appreciate your viewpoint. I am so glad you liked it! I guess its difcicult to see the positive when you are experiencing one of those spirals - maybe the next one will be a bit lighter :)