A Trick of the Light

Something I wrote down as I was thinking about doubt, and how it feels when somebody doesn't have the same feelings for you.

I am blind
Though above I know there is nothing
But cloud and fog, and tall trees
To steal Her light from me.

There are, however, moments where
I think feel the Sun touch my skin,
A flash of light through a hole in the ceiling.
It feels as a daydream
Her warmth is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I embrace every second of Her company,
Screaming silently that I wish She would stay.

But these seconds are fleeting,
A glimpse, a tease - a single drop to wet my palette
Just enough to reignite hope,
And far too much to allow my heart to calm.

I am filled with uncontrollable infatuation,
As I drink this powerful golden glare
Only to be reminded after -
There are taller trees with bigger leaves,
And a swarm of cloud to block my view.

Doubt rushes to take to the place of absolute belief -
Perhaps Her brilliance was simply an accident
I am nothing but a weed
At the bottom of a thick forest.
The Sun has no preference for me.

Hope is a most perilous thing. Truth is tainted by desire. Reality is replaced with dreams and wishes, To lift your spirit But the higher you go, the harder you must fall.

If only the Sun could feel as I feel,
Pain as I pain, dream as I dream.
If only She truly knew
That without Her, I would wither,
And crumble, and die.

The sky above now is shifting.
It is as though the Sun is trying to break through,
To burn through the clouds and past the trees,
To shine on my face alone.

I try tell myself this is simply chance,
That even if the Sun shines on me
It will end as abruptly as it began.
Despite this, and everything I know,
I allow myself the pleasure of hope.

Why is it that we must fall?
Why not soar like the birds,
Or be carried by the winds like cloud.
Let hope be our wings, desire our wind.

Perhaps then, I could rise
Higher than any tree,
Past even the clouds
And feel Her radiance
With nothing to stand in our way.

Author's Note

Im 18 years old, and enjoy English in school, but I have never written poetry before now.
I'd like to know if this poem is something I should keep to myself, or if I should show others?

Thanks for the input :)

Reviews

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Thank you so much for reviewing my work. I really appreciate your feedback :)
I could clearly see the message you were conveying and found myself entranced with some of the language in your poem, like " a single drop to wet my palette"