Thunder shakes sullen skies

A raindrop between my eyes

Falling in slanted sheets

Water pours from my head to my toes

I grit my teeth and set my jaw

There’s a pain in my chest

A ball of hot lead that will not rest

My friends and I walk in a valley of mountains

Stunning sights should be clear and crisp

Yet the fog…

It steals away our sight 

It steals this day

Marring our memory with gray

Yet onward we walk

We arrive to a small hill

Upon its crest we find our goal

A pool of icy blue

Floating icebergs drifting slowly

It is a wonder to behold

Mighty and awe inspiring

The water breaks upon the rocks

filling the air with a fine mist 

Yet my depressed mind cries

Alas for the rain!

And the pain!

And the fog!

If only there was sun and clear skies

To which I must cry

Oh sad, and defeated thoughts

Why must you take the beauty of the day and wax morose?!

Can you not see the wonder?

Yet still I was plagued

So thus I planned

To defeat a defeated attitude

I stripped down to naught but my shorts

Walking, stumbling, diving into the icy depths

Like a slap in the face I am struck dumb

Yet after the jarring I find I am numb

To cold to feel cold

The shaking stops

…

The pain in my chest slowly wains

I am ALIVE!

Nothing can take away this feeling

From the crushing of lungs longing for air

I emerge to the surface of my mind

Gulping in the sweet breath of joy

I walk through the waves back to the rocks

But not as a man dragging behind him pain or sad thoughts

But with a pep in my step 

I swagger ashore

To joyous to feel the icy wind

My smile glows like a man renewed