Self

I am a body of rot,

Thin white lines coiled like snakes around my flushed flesh,

A mind encased in a head,

Which struggles to stay attached to my shoulders. I am a storm... a depression,

An upset in the balance of the skies, Sending rains to patter at your doorstep,

To soak through your clothes and into you.

I am a breeze,

Cool enough to brush your hair to the side,

Short enough though,

To be gone before you’ve noticed. I am a sun in the sky,

On a cloudy day,

Can you see me,

If I am not really there?