Rain or Shine | Poetry Breakdown

It’s almost like I become a completely different person
whenever I feel the deepest sighs forming in the cavities within my chest. 
8AM mornings turn into 11AM
Bright sunshine into a curtain of fog
Golden honey into artificial sugar packets
Airy steps into heavy stomps

And when the sigh gets released,
it feels like the eye of a hurricane,
a false sense of clarity.
Even as the storm continues to loom behind us,
our routines quickly resume
How were we supposed to know that mistrust tends to be a side effect of optimism?

Now, every time the sun comes out from behind the clouds,
showing off the pigmented blue skies, 
I squint and shield my eyes. 
Rather than rolling up my sleeves to welcome the warmth,
I cross my arms and declare,
	“It’s too hot outside.”
	(No longer satisfied)