"The Grey"

Water in the sky
floating along, in the air
shaping and forming clouds.

Deceptive grey ones
anti-dissipating,
shadow producing clouds.

Heavy weighted,
and gravity clinging, some do fall
to nestle with the Earth.

Vision obstructing clouds.
Mood creating introspect
birthing my melancholy attitude.

I'm not necessarily sad.
I'm merely overwhelmed and shadowed by "the grey",
that's spelled with an "e" for emotions, rather than an "a".

Nothing really reflects from these grey clouds,
for resembling true life, they do not;
however, evocation is their trait.

This cloud of shades of grey
is but a stimuli
causing reflections of our inner selves.

Isolated core of "the grey"
has no power over the wind,
for the wind is it's father...

and the sun in control is it's mother,
with the offspring being, the grey"
in both night and day.

The father wind, alone
can help release one's thoughts and feelings
evaporating "the grey".

The mother sun gives way,
to create memories and adventures with no care,
the rain can create the broodiness in all.

But, "the grey" will always own the day;
because it helps us all to see
the truths behind our memories.

I still possess my feelings
I only fall short in acknowledging them
until, "the grey".

True reflections of introspect
wither my expectations,
leaving what I really feel, in it's wake.

Powerful are these clouds of discontentment,
that awaken me as to who I really am.
Grateful or resentment should I be feeling ?

I wish not, for "the grey" to publish
or to announce my reflections of self;
for, 'tis not always that even I wish to know.