I am a cloud
Today I am a cloud.
soaring high above the city.
I feel removed, detached
yet filled with
a storm of insecurity.
I know my face is showing it.
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
the little girl who used to
whistle while coming home from school.
And I smiled!
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