<lora:StoryWright:1.0> My S.A.D. comes in the spring...
With triggers from dates of birthdays & things.
In winter I'm a little sluggish, fat and lazy...
And the holiday season is so uplifting I'm hazy.
And just when the flowers begin begin to perfume the air...
My soul becomes crippled and I'm painfully aware.
Everything around me is is blooming and full of life ...
But inside me is heartbreak, neglect and strife.
Memories of traumas I've been through and caused...
Come pouring down and thundering and living is paused.
They flood in and remind me of everything I lost...
It's a constant battle remembering to count the cost.
April Fool's Day was the day I became wise...
The Holy Spirit beckoned me and I put down the pipe.
12 years it's been since that fateful day...
When I chose not to be hateful but to live and break away.
Births and deaths and days for mom and dad...
They haunt my emotions: sad & mad: they whisper to me I'm nothing but bad.
But life goes on anyway and I look to the North ...
And I remember God told me to always MARCH FORTH!
Moody :: dramatic :: perfectly detailed : middle aged woman :: HDR : perfectly drawn (middle aged:1.3) face :
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