Clouds

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A blanket of blue we call the sky

Covered in puffs, that resemble cotton. 

Like apparitions of ghosts 

We can see but never touch. 

Though the mist of their presence

Leaves a chill in your bones.

They come and go, in calm and rage. 

Moving in a pattern we cannot see. 

Like the beat of a drum only they hear. 

I look and the sky and consider what I want

And what the future might bring to me. 

Like the clouds, you never know until they’re upon you. 

In my future, I could be like a cloud.

I have always heard my own drum,

Now, it’s just if I chose to follow it.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

I found this write as emotional as well as heart tugging. Nicely expressed emotions......

[poetgurl]

Some clouds are just like our lives, we never know when one is going to blow or erupt
some days are beautiful and bright as well. Awesome writing