This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter.
Clear blue skies
Wispy clouds passing by
All is calm, relaxed, collected.
But look! Here comes the dark grey kind
The one that shrouds the mind
In darkness, rumination, struggle
Pain and loneliness.
Now the whole storm is upon me
Raindrops pierce through me
Leaving gaping holes
In both mind and soul.
Days and months pass by
Still shrouded in darkness
Still ruminating, still struggling
But suddenly a miracle,
Sunlight breaks through, embracing me
Blue skies are visible again
Even though they were there all along.