When skys turn grey

When skys turn grey

Which seems to be almost everyday,

I think of all the things I don't have

and all the times i've reached for something in the distance...

as soon as I could touch it and dare to feel happiness

it was snatched away,

I think of all the worldly things that bring temporary smiles

and wonder why they never stay the while.

Why is it that everyone else can break the rules and live free

While I'm expected to be shackeled and sheltered

like a princess or a slave?

 

When skys turn grey

Which seems to be almost everyday,

I cry and then I smile

I smile uncontrolably and sunddenly I'm filled with joy

because sudenly I remember all things I do have

and oh!

How awesome are the things I do have

a mother to run to when the world has beaten me 

friends to lean on when my self pride has knocked me over

and my dreams to have faith in when I can't bare reality.

 

When skys turn grey

Which seems to be almost everyday,

I push through the adversity

and I find a way to be greatful

that there was another today

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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