A/N: Yeah, this poem is dedicated to something in my past that I am trying to let go of. But, as it often turns out, letting go is hard. Blegh.

Anyway, here it is.

It’s like the sky after a rainstorm.

The clouds are white and fluffy

And the sun is just peaking out.

You open your eyes and it hurts to look up

…Because you've because accustomed to the

Darkness

And everything is so glaringly

R A I N B O W S A N D B U T T E R F L I E S

That you just

Can’t

Handle it.