Poem : Layers

There is a light,
Coming from behind.
I don’t know, if it is far or near,
But believe me, it’s there.

When I tell you
That you are a small droplet of water in the cloud,
And it feels black from all around,
Believe me, you will make it to the hill and then the sea,
Just be there and stay.

There is always a silver lining,
On the outline of a cloud,
Believe me when I say,
Don’t be too harsh.
You are like me,
you will melt someday.