Pen in Motion

I saw the sun finally,

stretching through the clouds –

reaching down to me with all its might

to push back the storm

attempting to usurp control.

Like Kronos and Zeus and that hullabaloo.

And I even felt warmth

as I waited for a hint of light

on my face.

Those somber clouds don’t look

so bad anymore,

with the glimpses of that burning star,

so far from my world,

and yet close enough to part the gloom

and bring me hope.