The clouds

My mind is not clear. It is full of a lot of clouds. It is froggy with a lot of feeling. I feel that tears can wash over always. It's like I am stuck between sunny and rainy days. The feeling change like the weather. But when it is windy and raining. The buzz hit your face. It is a feeling of freedom. Free to feel something good. Just like when I write. With a positive mind about myself. It is like when I write is a piece of me. Express me with my words. So I can see more sunny days. But the clouds keep forward me. I am learning how to dance in the rain. Each poem and story I write is a piece of me. That hope I inspired someone with my words and thought because of those clouds day. Have a big thunderstorm. I am looking for a sunset. I can say that I am me because I beat the storm. Hopefully, the sun will rise me up. Rise me up to I can catch the star by putting me first. Every day I look for that sunset. Hopefully, the storm will pass. I have taken steps to find my rainbow. They say after the storm; they are a rainbow. In the end, a pot of dreams. But I have to learn how to pass the storm. Without doubt myself. I wanted to feel me. I want to feel the sun hit my face—no more rainy days. So my eyes can dry up.