Stand Up and Scream

Things seem fine. Things seem great. And within a blink of the eye they aren't. You are backed into a corner and you aren't sure which way to move. Then you realize that you can't move at all. You are a statue. A punching bag. An inadament object to be wailed upon somehow. You know it's not their fault. Even so, it remains the same. You stand up and you scream because it's all you know to do. Then, like the flick of a switch it's over. Nothing happened. Was this a figment of your imagination? It can't be. And like that. It's back. The dark clouds come rolling in and they loom over your head. And you try to get out from under them. You don't like that they are there. You want them to go away. But they follow you. And when you least expect it, it clears once again and the sun beams through. But like a savage beast they come back. They always come back