Clouds - personification poem

The clouds are greedy
They want all of me too much of the time
They do not give me much time or peace in my body
My body
My body does not belong to the clouds
My brain is mine
My brain does not belong to the clouds
The clouds are angry
Like my smile was their death sentence
Like my happiness sealed them up in a bottle
I am not so lucky
I do not win every fight
But I do resist
Every time
The clouds darken my mood and feed off of my anxiety
They are hungry as babies
They have grown so
Some days they almost cover the sky
Their prickly arms and hands cover my face
My eyes
They block my path with their feet and toes and long toenails
I feel their thumping hearts
Feel blood rushing through their viens
They are alive
They live in my closets
Under my bed
Leave traces of their heaviness all on my couch
I will keep fighting
They will not win
They will not kill me
They will not