SKY.

I once heard the sky holds all of our deepest memories.
That's why the dark comes, from all of the tainted memories the sky holds -
all of the darkness that emcompasses the human soul
is cast up to the sky.

I used to cast my dreams and worries to the sky;
when it would rain, I would cry
and when it was sunny, I would laugh with the other children,
clad in white dresses and flowers in our hair, giddy
with the intoxication of youth.

I could never understand why the rain would fall on days
when I would be dancing by the fire, with ruby red lips.
I could never understand why a cold gust would come when,
in that moment, my soul was so warm with joy.

As I grew older, I stopped casting my dreams to the sky;
as I grew older I stayed inside, no more flowers in my hair,
no more laughter with my friends,
no more dancing by the fire;

because I didn't trust the sky;
because I don't trust the memories.