I flew on through a sad cloud
that came up in my path
and drew me to be drowned within
the rain that it could not release.

An embryo of hurt
was never born to purge by hate
the damage done unto the tender
one that shelters in its pall.

Closed system of despair
that festers there in its own pain
and cannot reach the sun beyond
its stifling blanket of pity.

A pity for the self,
that is not served by selfish thought -
yet caught within this feedback loop
and lost to all external light.

I flew on through a sad cloud
even as it clung tight to me
and begged me to remain with it,
so drain my light and slow my gain.

My speed was slowed, dragged down by it.
I stayed on far too long with it,
so now a sad cloud forms within
and my own rain wells up inside.

A little part of it with me
is left reminding me of it.
The sad cloud seed threatens to grow
and swallow me in that same pall.

I'm left to forever defend
myself from this latent disease,
that waits upon some weakened state
to trigger its invasive way.

The sad cloud, though, cannot be blamed -
its way was made by those before
who too were poisoned in this way
and could not beat infection down.

But there is light in sight again,
as I fly on beyond its grasp,
and slowly healing has begun,
as sun is swallowed in my form.

Some time is lost as I was slowed,
but all is not quite lost just yet
and that that's left is relished more
as constrasts to the cloud behind.

I flew on through a sad cloud -
am wiser, stonger, grown through it,
but would not choose to fly again
through that same pall cloud soaked in pain.