Sonnet 296.36 – Depression, Seasonal Pattern, In Remission


Sonnet 296.36


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

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