looking

i look to the storm and seek the answers of life, love, and sanity,
only to be turned away time and time again,
with nothing but a straight line of fiery wind answering me,
i look to the darkness and scream my sins,
only to be denied heaven time and time again, 
with nothing but inner absolution softening the blows,
i look to the sun and beg for its warmth,
only to be gently pushed away,
with a for warning about its ability to burn my skin,
i look to the mirror,
and plead for its reflection to change, hoping to see what you see in me,
only for it to stay the same,
i look to the stars at night,
and pray to the heavens above for reasonable patience and understanding,
for my hearts calls to be answered…
i look back to the storm and scream
“what else is there left for me to do”…
i keep awaiting the answer.