There are times I remember
Turning in my head
Trying to find the end
Of that elusive, lost, loose thread.
There are times that escape me
That I cannot quite recall
I think I see a hint of them
Then the fragments of memory fall
There are times that I can bathe in
Submerge in the joy of the past
Moments of pure elation
So fleeting – they do not last
There are times I am sinking
Spiralling down in depths of sad
I try to catch on to a shred of solidity
Something that won’t turn bad.
There are times that encompass all of this
A kaleidoscope of emotional colour
And sometimes I wish this rainbow would subside
Give me a bit of beige- just to let me recover.