I was all wrong about the weight of clouds
Believing they had bulk I couldn’t bear.
Seems so silly looking up at them now
To think weather would treat me unfairly
As I felt for years while the days were short
And nights were long. Avoiding the approach
Of cold holidays and weather reports
Warning of storms and advising raincoats.
But this year I looked at clouds from two sides
Inside and out, with eyes opened and closed
Until vapor and I were unified
And a simple truth was at last exposed.
I’ve learned there’s a light in this cloud of mine
Always glowing with or without sunshine
Major Depressive Disorder, Recurrent
With Seasonal Pattern
In Full Remission