Cloudy
I am being followed, and not by a human. I'm being hunted by my regret and resentment. They stalk my every move. From the morning when I open my eyes, to the night glimmer of a moon's shedded light. I'm accompanied by a cloud of shame, it hovers low reminding me why it's hard to say your name. I exhale hope and inhale sadness, only to crowd my inside with guilt and blackness. I'm not going through this storm alone but it feels like this guilt I carry, is only my own. So I choose to stay away until my clouds are no longer grey, and my breath is finally filled with hope for bright days.
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