I Cherish My Sun Poem by Sierra Staten

Today my world forgot its depressing fog.
Today I was allowed to see the sun, the sun I've missed for so long.
Not the same sun, a new one.
A sun that's shines brighter.
A sun that, like a flower, helps me grow.
But you can't always have the sun.
My sun was ambushed by the clouds.
Not ordinary clouds -dark clouds.
I lost my sun in the clouds.
I searched for it, I searched for bright sun that filled me with joy,
The only joy I can rely on,
The joy that keeps me alive.
But it was gone.
Will I see it tomorrow? Unlikely.
But in the off chance I do,
I will cherish it.