Wednesday 3 April 2019

Worrying for cloud.

I wanted progress,
I wanted release,
But I’m stuck here,
Stifled by this fleece.
I wanted to return,
To myself, to before,
Or forward to something better,
Just steadier on the floor.
I want to smile at rainbows,
Without worrying for cloud.
I want all the things,
I can’t say out loud.

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