The grey skies, they beckoned
a morning of stillness, silence, chills.
I opened my eyes, and tried to ignore
the news that awaited me.
Defied my fears, I did;
the anxiety I could not bear.
So I opened the note,
held my breath,
whispered a prayer,
peeked once,
peeked twice:
NO, I could not deny what it bore,
nor could I wish it unread.
Closing the note, I sighed,
Told myself, at least I tried.
The grey skies parted,
And made way for the sunlight:
I too shall find my grey clouds part
On my way to a brighter path.
