“My white pickup fences
Get tainted with drops of dark
From dream clouds that shifted to grey,
In everything, their sadness leaves a mark.
My umbrella once yellow
Is greeted with a sound so hollow
One might think my mind’s rain
Is weightless as a feather free from pain.
The tightness in my chest
Reminds me of the heaviness that lives inside
Forcing me to remember how the sun was nice
Holding it like a threat of something I’ll never get.
Haunting thoughts are liars,
The sun will come back again,
For if nothing is forever, then let pain
Lead the way before it sets us all on fire.”
Ana
It Takes Courage... And lots of Chocolate 