The Cost of the Coast

I'm a grey rainy morning,

Beautiful to the right set of eyes,

Not trying to exult sunshine,

Even while feeling dark.

I'm a bitter cold breeze

That painfully stings your cheek,

And gets your blood rushing

Turning your skin to rose.

I'm a piping cup of tea

That singes your tongue,

But soothes your mind

After time let's me cool.

I'm a beach full of sand

That enters unwanted areas,

Annoying but worth it

For it's the cost of the coast.

I'm not simply a friend,

I'm a sister.

I'm not simply a lover,

I'm a fighter.

I was made for adversity

I push those I love higher.

There are no filters in my life,

Only truth and desires.