I’ve been struggling,
blind to rain, dark clouds surfacing
on the mirrors of the sky,
flashes of emotions strike metallic
memories, and I stand still
only disabled to the water beating
against my soul,
am I drowning? I mean, AM I,
because I can’t seem to fathom
the thought of maintaining through
the pressures of Earth’s wrath
upon my life,
in spite of me praying from my good
days to outweigh the baggage
of bad packed within a suitcase and
traveling alongside me,
Where is the beauty of radiant Sunshine
when you need it?
The bright days are as golden
as the element itself and
in itself, I would rather be blinded
by the motion of positive heat waves
burning each segment of my mind
than to be consumed in the shadows
of my personal struggles.
Where are you when my eyes
only see glimpses of your rays?
I feel you, but am deceived
by the watery emotions of instability, uncertainty,
SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE….
And what has to give is the
consumption of the bad weather,
because my realization of brighter days
came when I realized that the Sun
is there at all time,
regardless of blockage of the clouds.