Sometimes I Wonder

SOMETIMES I WONDER sometimes I wonder does this make any sense? most mornings same, and will the flatness go seemingly I wonder so, just like driftwood on the tide. and of misty morns and befuddled mind, I struggle to comprehend of what exactly is happening to me, my mood still fluctuates, ‘tween dark of night and first light of day. and like most days of frost; as warmth fills the air, the ice of Jack is melted be, as Sol wraps around and holds me in his embrace, my day is glad not sad you see and I’m a happy soul to be. Francis Cooper - Mac From the series of being in a mental health unit for PTSD and depression in 2019