Shivering and alone
The clouds have covered the gleaming sun
Like my tears had covered my blooming smile.
Variations of grey in the weeping sky
Like the variations of feelings in my thoughts.
Why is it so cold?
The warmth has been sucked out of the air
Like the happiness was sucked out of my day.
The cold is harsh
And will last long
Like the winter storm beginning in my mind.
Perhaps the sun will shine again
And break the barriers of the strong clouds;
The growing cold.
Perhaps the cold
Will go from here.
Or it will hide until another time.
It was never afraid to face the light of day.