The Grey Cloud
The grey cloud over my head
Accompanied me like a guardian.
One that didn't protect, but instead,
Rained all over my parade.
When my mind stopped being my friend,
I forgot what sunshine felt like.
Sometimes it rained,
And sometimes it felt like I was trapped in a snowstorm.
Yes, I felt warmth now and then,
But its fleeting nature made sure
To bring the rain and the cold back into my life
As soon as the moment had passed.
This warmth felt like snowflakes.
So beautiful as long as it lasted,
Only to melt into nothing moments after it appeared,
As if it never existed.
However, it's different now.
Today, the sun shines in my life brighter than ever before
And my mind is finally my friend.
There are times when it's dim, but never fully dark.
The seasons change like they're supposed to
And I know no monsoon rain will overstay its welcome.
Even when the grey cloud reappears,
I know the skies will eventually clear.
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