Why hasn’t the sun shined on me?
I don’t feel its warmth or its brightness blessing my skin.
The rain has poured on my tower for way too long.
Why hasn’t the sun risen on me?
It’s hard to move on when the sun has forgotten about me.
Or maybe it’s just that I scared it away from me.
With the clouds over my head, I must have blocked its warmth.
I am an embodiment of a never-ending storm.
How do I get rid of these clouds on my head?
How do I stop being the cold air that enters the room every night?
Why hasn’t the sun dawned on me?
It’s an ever ending cycle of why?
But I have realized, Why haven’t I tried to move the clouds away from me?
Is it defeat?
Have I become comfortable in my own blue?
Clouds. Sun. Rain…
I am nothing more than the living version of mother nature who doesn’t know how to end the everlasting storm.