Panic.
It comes in waves
Flooding my heart, flooding my brain
A bolt of lightning, sudden, bright
Lighting up the once peaceful sky of the night.
Sadness.
It comes in waves
It comes and goes, sometimes for days
Sometimes from winters, long and unending
Sometimes from words, painful and un-mending
Happiness.
It comes in waves
A bright summer sun, with long welcome stays
Or a weak winter celestial, poking through the clouds
Always present, but not always around
Life.
It comes in waves
There's good days and bad days, and the ones that are okay
There are days where you're brave, and there are days where you're not
But life comes in waves
Ebbing, flowing, gone.
