These thoughts and fears

won't come out.

these thoughts and fears

struggle and wage war on each other.



I watch and wonder

as the charcoal sky prepares

for the approaching battle

against the sun,

its mortal enemy.



Pulling me back and forth

sunshine and smiles

versus the rain that hides

my tears. In sweet sorrow

i obtain a new emotion.



"What is it?" one may ask,

but not even i know

the answer. Behind

a mask I hide, a privilege

only everyone shares.



"Why is it then," i begin to

wonder, "that everyone can

see right through these eyes?"

These eyes that pierce through

everyone's mask have now betrayed

in the battle like a knife that traveled

through my spine and heart.



The storm clouds are winning

more battles. I can only hope now

that the sun is fighting above where

the clouds can reach. Slowly peeking

through the clouds creating a spotlight

on the sun's chosen warriors on earth.



A tree here, a blade of grass there, even

man's own asphalt becomes a tool.

Breaking through brighter than ever

I see the sun shining

and hold on to it I will forevermore.