A Pocket of Air
A gentle breeze stroking my hair,
Caught in a sunken stare.
Feelings of anguish and pain,
Release from me like streams of rain.
Each release, a detoxifying flow,
Allowing me to rise and let go.
A pocket of air,
I am rising and compiling,
Floating far from chaos -
Now I am a stratus cloud,
Basking in the joy of sun,
Expanding across blue-brushed skies,
Misfortunes fuel a greater prize -
Opportunities in opaque disguise
26-30, F
