Departure or the first step?

I look around in hopeful sense
And see as the day may be.
I turn and face where I am from,
Then what’s it front of me.

Behind, I see a sunny day,
With many running all about.
Then sadly do they lose their way,
Before they scream or shout.

Ahead, thunderous clouds arise,
And cry upon the day.
They strip away the sunny rays,
And help some find their way.

I, thinking once more in hopeful sense,
Leave the sun behind.
It only filled my soul with grief,
And clouded up my mind.

I walk ahead to heal myself,
And know it shall be done,
For as a I leave my past behind,
I know that I have won.