The Forecast

Shades of gray and a hue of blue.
The sky is confused today, and so is my heart.
The ominous and depressing grays sweep over me;
Yet, a hopeful and handsome blue awaits me in the distance.
For now?
For now I am encased by a storm both figuratively and literally.
The grays make me question the blue;
Perhaps it is an illusion, or just sentimental me talking again.
Telling myself, Oh, how the blue with come for me and comfort me.
How the blue will obliterate these grays, there I go again...
The rain begins to fall which helps to keep my tears a silent secret.
The grays see me, but they do not wish to know me.
The grays use me, without asking what I need.
The grays forfeit my heart, only to seek their own.
They hide the Sun, and I detest them for that.
The Sun is mine, and I am the Sun's.
Alas, I can no longer see or feel His rays.
I know He is still there, but they hide him so well.
I abhor them for that.
I want to abide in that single blue sky...
Where the Sun is central.
I will love him for that...once I escape this woeful storm.
I must be enamored by the Sun to arrive with my blue.
Only He can entice me out of these horrid grays I loathe, to the blue I crave.