Juxtaposition

You tell me everything will be okay,

I don’t see how it possibly could be.

Surrounded by darkness and the clouds that fog in,

I see the sunlight.

It’s so far                                                                                         away.

Too far to reach, so small I almost imagined it.

I’m confused to which I want more;

To be a figment of everyone’s imagination, just a body in the ground.

Or to be here, barely surviving the storm