A Dreary Day Poem

The dreary clouds keep
my head held down
My eyes can only see
the streets.
Shades of grey & puddles
Splashing on my feet.

I try my best
to pass this test
Can I smile?
Or only taste defeat?

My eyes embrace
the subtle sun
beams shooting at my skin.
I decide,
with my head held high,
to let the light come in.