I won’t break

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick.

I’m more of a cloud
that sometimes comes and gives you shade
I rain hope despite how dark I,
sometimes, may seem

It’s just that light passes within me,
and sometimes I can’t filtered it
the way it should be

so lighting falls

and then some trees catch fires of my anguish
and then I don’t know what to do

So I cry

but sometimes I inundate you with stress
and even then

all you do is blow a kiss of love to me
and slowly but surely
I become just a cloud
giving you a clear blue sky