Weathering

These clouds remain
Pouring their rain
Sparking from the friction
They wait to ignite flames
Striking the dry brush of resentment
Burning away into anger
Desire to hide
Attempt to get away
Retreat into a fortress of misery
But only darkness awaits there
Deeper and blacker than the shadows of the clouds
A prison built and maintained by the self
While that torture lasts, so does the storm
Inescapable if unchallenged
To see the sun again, shrug off the chains of pity
Dismantle the walls of self-sorrow
Remove the shell of personal hell
And see a crack in the sky
A patched quilt warming the landscape
Shape the weather without knowing the forecast
And you may come to realize
That cloudy skies can be the most beautiful