I haven’t seen your sun in weeks, it seems,
beneath your fog and clouds.
Overcast
and cast away.
Hints of peaking light make me hopeful,
but the rain returns
to drown my dreams away.
The forecast is cloudy, dreary, sad –
and I don’t see it clearing up
any time soon.
I pray for sunshine
I plead for light,
I need to see it,
I need to know it’s there.
To know it will return, someday.
I will learn to bottle my rays
and hand them off to you.
This is a poem I wrote about a month and a half ago, about someone close to me who is going through a hard time. It is difficult for me to not feel responsible for things, even when I know that I am not to blame. I feel like I must have some sort of mental disorder where you constantly feel the need to care for others and feel like a failure if you’re not doing it properly. The poem is meant to express the sort of despair I feel when faced with this problem I can’t solve: this sadness in them. However, I do think I can help. And I will. I will share my sunshine until his clouds clear. That’s what love is.