Dark Clouds

For a very long time I have wanted to clear the skies, 

And to get rid of the dark clouds that looms above me. 

Once in a while, the sun peeps out, 

Only to hide within the storm once again. 

I have wanted the winds to touch me gently, 

To caress my skin with a dreamlike softness

Instead of striking me over and over again

With its harsh blows, and maddening howls. 

I long for the rays of sunshine to reach me; 

For the winds to protect me;

For the rains to kiss me;

I long for the storm to pass. 

 This house that I built, it is made up of wood. 

I don't know how much more it can take,

Before it suddenly breaks. 

How am I supposed to get my hands on a pot of gold, 

If a rainbow is merely a tale of a myth?

I don't know how long I have lived with these dark clouds above me, 

But I know that I can't live through them for long.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Myth and the pot of gold. Love is neither. Love is chance and timing. Must find someone on the same path and wanting the same things. Can happen? I enjoyed the poem. Open the door to questions and possibilities. I told my children often. You don't find love. Love will find you. Ancient wisdom from the past and is still true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Carissa Marie]

And thank you for reading. It's a pleasure to have you review my works

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

To caress my skin with a dreamlike softness
Instead of striking me over and over again
................I like these lines. Beautiful. best wishes.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)