Differentiated

I was not high upon writing this poem. Don't listen to anyone who claims otherwise.

On white clouds I find hope,
I'm reluctant to get down
These skies don't come often
And leave too soon.
From this high you can see clearly
No matter how cluttered your thoughts are
Or were.
Spread out like a skyline
Reach out and grasp them
The thoughts
The people
The world
Fleeting
Feelings
Flying
Away from you
And me.

Author's Note

The simple path to letting go isn't so simple after all.

Reviews

[Priya]

A pause, a gap, a breath. This is what the poem signifies to me. It symbolizes a moment of rest in a frenetic world. And for that, I'm grateful to you :)

[Chris]

We have to catch our breath where and as we can... You found a thought-full way of pausing.

[closed..acct]

Wow, such a wonderful write and such depth,
I can feel the emotions pour out.
i loved how you ended this.
Simply amazing!