The sun is a ball of radiance.
It explodes into a ball of shimmering sparks
Catapulting a symphony of gold and bronze into the farthest corners of my room
Rays dance across my walls
A ballet of light,
Sending iridescent sashays and pliés flitting across the room.

The birds begin their calls.
First a flute.
Then a piccolo.
One by one they tune their instruments and join in Mother Nature’s sonata.

My eyelids float open
Revealing two tranquil pools-
A hidden oasis of knowledge-
Ready for whatever the cool summer breeze will blow their direction.

I glide out of bed.
The weight of the world has no power over me.
The evils that dampen the spirits of other men
Have no foothold in me. No rock. No rope. Nothing to cling to.

I am delight. I am joy.
I am Love.

I glide around my bedroom chortling with laughter.
But realization dawns as suddenly as the sun that filled my room with music and dancing
Tears of fear and trepidation prick at my heartstrings.
They strike at the protective walls I have erected around myself.
WHAM
This is my zenith. I am contented.
But now I must question:
How long will it last?

The sun is a ball of pain.
It explodes into shards of burning arrows
Catapulting a cacophony of pain and brazen light into the darkest corners of my mind.
Rays of light strut across my walls
A ballet of contempt,
Sending sharp slurs and abuses piercing across the room.

The birds begin their mockery.
First a whispered insult.
Then a cackle.
One by one I hear them join in the circle of scorn- screeching back and forth their examples of my inadequacy.

My eyelids jolt open
Revealing two hollow, dead pools-
A desert of forgotten knowledge-
A graveyard of broken dreams.

I slump out of bed.
The weight of the world is on my feeble shoulders.
The evils that dampen the spirits of other men
Have found a foothold in me. A grip.
A hold. The perfect breeding ground.

I am grief. I am unhappiness.
I am Hatred.

I stagger around my bedroom whimpering with sorrow.
But realization dawns as suddenly as the sun that filled my room with pain and derision
Thoughts of hope and optimism fill my heart.
They strike at the walls of suffering and anguish I have built around myself.
WHAM
This is my nadir. I am despondent.
But now I must question:
How long will it last?