Between Coffee & Affection

four ღ the weather

she compared herself to the weather.
sometimes her mind was light;
other times it was dark.
sometimes her heart was warm;
other times it was cold.

occasionally, clouds covered her thoughts,
and scattered storms of depression sprinkled through her brain.

anxiety was a fog and prevented clarity.
her heart could only take so much before it shattered;
the weight she felt was like a downpour that only stopped as if to give her a false accusation that things were clearing up.

those days were rare;
the days where the sun would shine through.
but those were the clearest days.
she knew blue skies were ahead,
so she kept going.

the little raindrops of insecurities and problems, were sheilded by her umbrella of optimism.

she knew that with every storm came a rainbow, and eventually
the storm would end;
every storm has its end.

she compared herself to the weather,
for the weather changed for the better,
and she knew she could too.