In mood.
And with the first tear of despair
We know it is the return of disaster and pain.

Yet unlike the rain,

Which is blind to our worries,
My mood listens in and responds.
And my mood drops down to meet my thoughts
In the depths of my depression.

Me, my thoughts, my mood.
I do not let the dark clouds pass.
If I am not careful
The dread of disaster,
The belief in the storm,
Together we conspire.
Together we are one,
Bound together
Lost.
Hopeless.


So how can I best take care of myself,
When I feel the first drop in mood?
I remind myself,

That like clouds, my mood can pass.

I accept the darkness

Knowing it does not have to last.
I allow myself a smile
Hello old friend – it has been a while.

I notice all those troublesome thoughts
I let them float on through;
For I know that they only come to me
In the shadow of my darkened mood.

Then,
I do something for me.
Perhaps a walk
Perhaps a nap
Perhaps a cup of tea.
Perhaps I call someone
Perhaps I have a snack.
Perhaps I sit
And I let it all just be.

So now when the dark cloud passes,
Whether it takes an hour, a day, a week or more.
I smile and welcome the next thing
Making space for whatever's in store.