fold

slow down
compose
exhale

it is one of those nights
when my thoughts sober down
to a melancholic drawl

i am reminded of my thousand flaws
and inflictions through time
and realize a surging sanity
that i miscontrue for madness

i cannot promise my greatness
when i am still facing
the jagged shards of
a once weak and broken down
me

but i still aim to
cross through the storm
knowing there is sunshine
clotted behind the clouds

and in all fairness
i have to admit
i enjoy a little bit of rain
sometimes