Lost in cloudy thoughts of sleet
as foggy tendrils swirl ‘round my mind,
I took a walk through stony streets
in hopes that sunlight I’d find.

The mindscape groaned as rolling storms
marched grumbling across my inner plains
releasing grey drops of thoughts all torn
from past faults I thought of again.

While stuck in this cauldron of tempests within
I sensed others who walk by my side,
the sound of their footfalls’ quiet din
to pull me out of my darkened tide.

My eyes peeled open to see a stream,
a mass of people who walk on:
They, like me, are stuck in a dream
of sullen skies that they each prolong.

With eyes wide open, I stopped to watch
and saw how I had not been alone.
The weather clears by just a notch
and a sunbeam of silence now shone.