On clouds

 

Fly through

the swollen clouds

like migrating thoughts

on wings of doubt.

Feel the rush

of the currents,

pushing you

through the atmosphere.

and whisper to yourself

"I'll soon be free of fear."

 

Fly along

the heated thermals,

through skies

of distrust.

Hear hope's song

rising up,

the orchestral motion

below the clouds,

the sounds of oceans

crashing loud.

The sound

of the cities and towns,

the people and their lives.

Speak to yourself

in singsong voice.

"I'll soon be who I want to be."

Rejoice.

 

Fly over

the scorched earth, rebirth.

Torn asunder, the dust still settling,

the story resetting,

but soon

it will be beautiful again,

when the rain

washes away the pain,

and leaves behind

pools of reflection

to swim within

and you can shout,

"I'm free to live again."

 

 

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