#2259-Unease
Cloudy days,
Filled with doubt.
When the sun hides,
Thoughts run wild,
And belief can’t be found.
Still the sun’s rays,
Find their way,
Filling the sky with hope,
Despite the doubtful day.
Deep inside,
I know this shall pass,
But while tranquility sleeps,
Somehow I must find a way,
To calm these rampant dreams.