Cumulonimbus

(La Bretagne, France)

Some days I wake up to the sun rising inside of me
Some days I wake up to cumulus clouds
To birds chirping deep inside the recesses of my spirit
Some days all I see and feel and want is light
Some days I’m happy

Other days I wake up to cumulonimbus
To rocky sea and broken glass
and all the omens my grandmothers knelt and prayed to fight against
Some days I walk on eggshells around the insides of my mind
Some days my skin and my soul feel unfamiliar;
Tarnished
Like someone came in and disturbed the furniture of who I am,
borrowed my favourite sweater and put it back in the wrong place
These days I have to relearn myself