Look to the sky — each cloud is forged alone,
Yet from afar, they wear the same white throne.
They drift like thoughts, alike yet set apart,
A testament to nature’s restless art.
Likes and unlikes — such is the nature’s lore,
Be the seed that breaks its shell and grows once more.
Stand firm and nurture all you hold inside,
Your voice, your shadow, your unpolished pride.
Never let fear hush the thunder in your chest —
Speak storms of truth, though silence might seem best.
Tongues will wag like branches in the wind,
But roots run deeper when they don’t pretend.
Most trade their colors for another’s hue,
They wear borrowed skins to seem brand new.
Yet stand apart — like a lone tree crowned in flame,
Unafraid to bear your honest name.
You need not twist your soul to be untrue —
Be your own sky, be your sun and morning dew.
For it’s enough — this flawed and fearless star —
To live unmasked, to be just who you are.
This poem is a gentle stand for selfhood in a world of mimicry — a reminder that like clouds forged by unseen winds, we too drift through life shaped by our own truths. May these lines echo within you like a soft thunder, urging you to stand unmasked, weather your storms, and claim the sky that is yours alone.
