Curse the Sun

Call it what you will, there are days when nothing seems right.

Nothing seems comfortable and everything's up in the air.

The comfort zone has absolutely flown the coop

and in its place self doubt and inner dialogue take place, a recipe for despair.

The sun may shine in now and again, only to be cursed.

Birds may sing and babies may cry, but still there is despair.

Something is soon to happen, or worse yet, nothing happens at all,

and underneath it all is a waiting, burdened feeling there.

It will all change as it always does, change is always good my friend told me.

I'm not sure if I buy it, but then again it's not for me to say.

A feeling in the air is strange, unfamiliar and uncharted as it blows.

A different day may come about with the Piper still to pay.

Then again, a new day wakes me, and it brings hope and renewal.

The sun rises as it has for years in the East, and I'll welcome it again.

I try to remember why I cursed it yesterday and covered up my head.

Today I smile at the light and the promise that it sends.