“Cloudy Inside”

“Cloudy Inside”

It's a cloudy day inside me,
No rain yet—just that heavy grey,
The kind that wraps around the ribs
And sighs, but has nothing to say.

The wind forgot where it was going,
The sun stayed behind the doubt,
I walk through thoughts in slow motion,
Trying to find my way out.

Not broken, just weathering silence,
Not empty, just holding too much.
Some days, even breathing feels distant—
And comfort is too soft to touch.

But maybe the grey means I'm resting,
Before the light finds its way through—
And maybe the sky inside me
Is waiting to turn something new.

                                                  KULSOOM AFZAL