Low

The clouds are hanging low and sullen. Puffy and full of rain. They say that it will come tomorrow for sure - Here's hoping that it will break tonight.
My spirits are kind of low right now. Its the grief that you feel when you have turned away from the only lasting source of Joy, Light and Life. Its the realization that you must go back, and the pain you feel from knowing you have fallen away. Its your stinging pride that makes it so hard to admit. Admitting the defeat is confessing that you are beat. Its confessing that you are the sick one,that you need the medicine to cure you, and you have to tell the doctor what hurts. And it is so hard. But it wasn't meant to be easy. The clouds look like your eyes, puffy and sullen with the remorse of your wayward life.
Confession leads to renewal. Let the rain come down.