Gray

The day outside is dark and gray.
The morning sun is hid away.
Yet in the dreariness I feel
that I am home.

Within myself I close in tight
and shut the door that might bring light
I can not face the morning sun
that seems to shine for everyone.

I beat my chest and curse the light
and wander back into the night.
For in the darkness I have found
the place that I call home.

Yet deep inside of me I know
that fires still within me grow.
and soon there will be a time
that I can say the sun is mine.

And from the darkness I shall rise
to bright and cheerful sunny skies.
For all the darkness that around me falls
Is only from the crumbling walls
That I have made in side my head,
to protect me from the awful dread
of future times I can not see
where she might not be next to me.