How grey the clouds seem,
in a seemingly forlorn and solitary way.
covering all light,
as they loom over us,
draining all energy with eager melancholy.
How unfathomable to comprehend
that the sun is still shining behind,
indeed, that light itself, still even exists.
How unhelpful to know that light remains,
when it makes no appearance.
When it refuses to change
the darkening gloom of the skies.
Patience, it would seem, is not merely a virtue,
it is a faith,
the hope to believe
in something brighter.
If there was no faith,
patience would become obsolete and futile,
awaiting absolutely nothing.
Though if the sun, is indeed deceptive,
if the depth of the clouds
is nothing more than cunning disguise,
it would seem that we must take a breath
© Chrissy Kett 2016