Cancerian Mind Poem by Phil Soar

There's a curse on my mind, I am certain of this
Words are befuddled there, sentences missed
Nothing is certain, I'm fooled almost hourly
Sometimes other people will look at me sourly.

I have my own dictionary, all sorts of words
Making them up when I'm feeling absurd
I surf my mind sometimes for things most obscure
I'm a deep centred Cancerian that is for sure.

Sadness and melancholy, Happy and gay
All these emotions appear in one day
Emotional wreckage is found in my psyche
Something unusual or something I like.

I never know when my heart may rule my head
Or my anger unfold, with a feeling of dread
Like a fire burned in hell, or a storm in the night
I cannot be sure when my mind will ignite.

Un-seamless the mixture has a hold on my mind
A ghost creeping up on me from far behind
Never relenting, a permanent fixture
Deep seated emotions, a tortuous mixture.

And yet I'm at peace with it, now that I know
For 62 years it has ebbed and has flowed
Unable to combat the mystery here
Some days I may worry, with nothing to fear.

So although I am mixed up, and uncertainty rules
I'm at peace with my feelings, relaxed, not bemused
A hardened exterior, and a softness inside,
With my thoughts as my bible, and the moon as my guide