The Sun Was Once Mine Poem by mark glaser

The sun is hiding,
It was once bright and warmed my soul,
Now it's hid behind clouds - deep, thick,
I want to blow the clouds away,
But with all my heart's tearful breaths,
They have no effect.

I await for sunny days to shine upon me,
I have no choice, the choices I make are the choices I can make,
May the weather change in my favor, helpless as I am.

Though tear stained,
The sun does shine,
It will,
It has.