My Winter Blues…struggling light

Clouded by my own misgivings,
singed by their darker side,
skies befall such endless beauty,
had I doubted less,
my sigh far less to fall,
and grasping for light, feeling desperate,
I pray those clouds would part,
yet they too honor beauty,
and perhaps my heart is wrong.

What cause this pride of litmus,
judgement a poor man’s excuse,
when skies don’t hold up to what I expect,
my mood drops, debunked, confused,
and so I must see beyond the grey,
for the sun shines no matter,
and those clouds of my misgivings
are but a skin, a temporary ruse,
misconstrued, conveyed.

Yet from slumber’s hold,
in half awaken blur,
I peer to skies for some comfort,
light my soul given morning stir,
and if it does not deliver
I feel a weight that locks my bed,
that blur turns to darkness
and my mind somehow concurs,
for day has let down a needy soul.

Then in the death of lethargy,
awakened far too late,
and sun refuse to oblige my halcyon thoughts,
my brain in its dreamlike wake,
I struggle to recognize the beauty that abounds,
as the day could deliver anything
and my mood could be restored, sound;
so I guess I have to accept the weather,
and find favor in its moods,
just to attain some balance,
for all I misconstrue.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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