Faded Shade

It never goes away, it’s always there.

It only fades, it’s a shade. 

We made a truce, since we are part of each other. 

It gives me darkness, I give it calmness. 

It comes less, but I must welcome it with no complaints.

Sometimes it allows me to stop and catch my breath, but usually we’re in a race, who beats the other. 

I have always imagined myself as a tree, that’s why I guess I have an attached shade that never leaves. 

Since I am a tree, my branches could be broken, my leaves are falling, and this always comes to an end, I bloom in spring. I become greener than ever, then, here it ends again. 

A cloud passes by, and here, it comes a storm, I might be the thunder, I might be the lightning . 

Its chaos is my wind, and my fears are its rain.

I fall, I bloom, I rain again.

This, I think, makes life feels like a roller coaster, a journey of ups and downs, highs and lows, dark and light, laughs and tears. 

Yet, it never goes away, it’s always there.

It only fades, it’s a shade.