clouds press heavy
containing dark
threats of unpredictability
the air snaps electric
chills crack through
humid thickness
I hold my breath
waiting for the rain
yet there is a light
in the centre of the storm
a wind that elevates
allowing me to fly
hanging out at the pub today
even in the storm, there is a wind that will lift us, if we remember our wings...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAlways a silver lining. Beautifully written. :)
ReplyDeleteTo fly is nice. A storm is indeed coming. People are shameless beyond any standard. Better fly high.
ReplyDeleteI like seeing that light at the core of the storm ~ Very nice share ~
ReplyDeleteLove the ending!
ReplyDeleteInspiring and very nicely penned. Wishing I could always find that light in the middle of the storm.
ReplyDeleteOh, lovely!
ReplyDeleteI like that there is optimism amidst a storm! Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteKeep flying. ~~~~♥~~~~
ReplyDeleteI am familiar with clouds pressing heavy.
ReplyDeletethe light in the centre of the storm and a wind that lifts us up... it's good if we can still see it in those dark hours
ReplyDeleteFirst of all I love the hopefulness in this... the light in the middle of a storm. secondly the flow is really beautiful...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, such hope in this. I like that.
ReplyDeletePamela
A beautiful metaphor. May you fly with an open heart and a new perspective on life.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I am surrounded by fear, i look for the one sliver of light that I can cling to...my salvation
ReplyDeleteNice write. I particularly liked the bit about "threats of unpredictability"--but maybe because I was working my entry today and struggling with ways to frame the unexpected. In that line, you may have nailed what I was after. :)
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