Smoke and mirrors.

Walking Through the fields after a storm, the smell of rain lingers in the air. Looking into the sky, my heart becomes heavy at the sight of a rainbow. A symbol of hope, love, happiness leaves me, wishing that some of that hope and love would find it way to me. I see happy couples holding hand, kissing Rejoiceful That they have each other while I have only one thought "when will it be my turn if I'm ever lucky enough To get a shot in the first place Feeling lost and turned around and fused on which way To go