Sometimes, life feels like a rainbow, flowing in beautiful colors
Thoughts and ideas flow from me like a river washing clear to my soul

I find great joy and beauty in everything I see and hear and life is so good

Other times, life feels like a massive gray cloud, pressing down on my heart
Squeezing the very life from me and obscuring my vision of all beauty

I despise these days and fight with everything within me to escape this gray cloud

Words of love and tales of fantasy are my escape, disappearing into a world of my own creation

Eventually that old gray cloud lifts and my rainbow comes back along with my cleansing river.  

Life is good again and I can smile inside.

I suppose what I describe is the life of every poet or possibly just life period