Moods Poem by Phil Soar

Moods
Like blisters on a swollen toe
hurt me during sensitive spells
cast by the my ruling planet
the moon
and all it's universal twists and turns
it's solar powers circle me
and unseen, they settle in my psyche
moving senses and developing mindsets
weakening my powers of thought
forcing me to question my moods
searching for ways to infiltrate and lesson my spirit
and I must fight it and stay focused
for it will only wane for a short time
and once it is over
the brightness returns
and I am good
and the relief is palpable
until the next waning cycle
so I must learn to treat these days with acceptance
and turn them into positives
or else be drawn into sadness
and be washed out to sea
as the tides will to
by the waning moon
that infiltrates our minds and alters our
moods