Reaching OutA Poem by mae23Why should I chase after the blue sky, if I’ll never catch it? Why run from the storm clouds, when they always follow me? Constantly, they hover above me Threatening downpour. Their dark grey figures block sunlight Covering me in darkness. I can see the blue Though it is always just out of my reach. But it never seems that way. It always seems A mile A yard A foot An inch A breath away But then I reach And reach And reach And reach And never seem to touch the blue I flail, limbs waving wildly Fingers grasping at nothing but storm clouds. Then I am no longer reaching for blue sky But for the surface of the water For now I am drowning. I look up Frantic to find a way out. My eyes are wild And I can see them. I can see myself Drowning Flailing Reaching I can see myself writhing in the water But I do not reach out to help. I am fascinated by the way my eyes bulge The way my feet pump relentlessly The way my body contorts as my lungs fill with water. And I am back under the water Begging myself to help Hoping Praying Needing Myself to help. But the reflection of myself above the water’s surface does not save me from my misery. Instead she looks up at the sky above her At the threatening storm clouds And decides to chase the blue sky ahead of her.© 2017 mae23Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 9, 2017 Last Updated on May 9, 2017 Authormae23NYAbout"My memories are the only places I'll ever see any of it again, and I wonder if this is what writers are supposed to do, rebuild places it in there minds - places long gone, places that disappear, and.. more..Writing
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