I used to love the sun
that shone upon my face.
I used to love the rain
the poured down my head.

But now it’s not the same.
I don’t enjoy them as much,
not the sun and not the rain.
They wouldn’t soothe my pain.

The sun is too bright and hot.
It burns and scorches me.
The rain is too cold and icy.
It freezes and chills me.

Now I only seek for solitude.
In the quiet of the night,
when all is still and right,
I long for peace of mind.

— Petra