You taught me that a bird
must leave the nest and fly.

That in time,
I would leave
and soar towards the sky.

It was your love and guidance
that reinforced my wings.

You lifted me before,
I soared
towards life's most precious things.

As the grey,
envelops the sky.

I reminisce of rain
and the sadness of why.

Why life couldn't be as endless as the sky.

Why life, like grey skies seem to just whistle on by.

Through my bedroom window,  

the web of barren tree limbs that yawn against the grey sky paint a portrait.

It paints a black and white portrait of strength and loneliness,

that only we poets can see.

If I were to be cut ?

Poetic words would my blood spill/spell out.