I am a cloud

I am a cloud

by Rethnea

Today I am a cloud.

Gloomy, dark,

soaring high above the city.

I feel removed, detached

yet filled with

a storm of insecurity.

I know my face is showing it.

No smile.

No make-up.

Just a bunch of messy, spiky hairs.

How do I disperse the vapors,

the confusion of the raging electricity?

Where do I find a ray of light

to build a swing

to hang off the sun

and be the happy me I used to be?

And then just like that

while letting the ink of this poem dry

I remembered!

the little girl who used to

whistle while coming home from school.

And I smiled!

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