Atmospheric Mind

Nothing has been for awhile. Consistency not a forte. The cables twist and tangle in familiar ways, and time slips through the hour glass. Again. Always again. Emotional seasons tillage soils of the mind and scattered winds of thought begin to circle. The perceived world darkens and the sirens sound. A psychological tornado ensues as whirling memories cloud the eyes and break the calm tongue of it's silence with howls of torment. The forceful gut punch steals every breath and all control is lost until this darkness passes.

And then, light. An endless spectrum of possibility gleams with bold clarity amid a blue sky. 

So do not fear when you falter or your endeavors yield naught; you must weather the storm to see the rainbow.