There is a well of sadness,

That sits beneath my soul.

Sometimes it supports me,

Other times it tries to take control.

Yet They say winter is for reflection

And spring renews the old.

Well just give me constant summer

And glorious sunshine to behold.

Problem is you see i can see a darkness,

Hiding in the corners;

pushing at the light.

Trying to convince me,

It’s time to bring the night.

Inevitably the winter prompts a tiny little me to venture to the fore. 

Yet he hides, 

cowering inside a coastal cavern,

shaking to the core.

He dwells upon his many little lives.

Too upset to see who’s at the door.

Until the shell of a man he used to be,

is washed up on the shore.

So He picks it up and listens;

Like she suggested years

before.

A calmness now pervades him

And It’s the light he is now craving.

He simply, just wants more.

So he stands inside the daylight,

of the middle of the night.

His fears have all been banished.

The ghosts have all took fright.

Spring has sprung upon him;

And a hazy summer

Is now within his sight.