Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
The sky is a little hazy,
but you could see the endless sky above these dark clouds.
You could.
I thought;
some people mistake the grey clouds for the sky itself,
eternally.
But I'm starting remember the exact blue of the reality of the sky.
Clouds pass.
But I'm super grateful for the fog lifting, anyway.
Been gone for awhile. Major changes are always just growing pains, but I'm glad I've found a path to peace I needed.
Johnny Agape
Written by
Johnny Agape  California
(California)   
297
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems