Smoke
clouding
our minds
Filling
our skies with
choking gray
We run
from the flames,
but they're always in sight

Clear skies
feel like
a figment in my mind,
Lost memories
from when I was
still so small
Bright blues
and prismatic hues
to make youth shine

I dream
of embracing
the colors of my past
Magic and joy
to guide me through
the choking storm,
Hope and love
to lead me to
the wonderous future