January Blue

*This poem was written January of '98 during my first Georgia winter. I was feeling kind of down during the final phases of serious home sickness.*

Well, there were times I’d fly,
Through the January sky.
I didn't care weather or not I lived or I died.
I used to cry but then my tears had dried.
So, though that sky I flew,
Sadness blocked my view.
I didn't know what to think or know what to do.
It's true, I longed to see the sky so blue.
But, the sadness brought pain.
Clouds full of storm rain,
Came down on my wings and I went insane.
I changed; things were never going to be the same.
So, why did things go crazy?
My whole world grew shady.
The fearsome darkened clouds just dazed me.
Oh please just save me from this road life paved me.