Clouds

Clouds

A Poem by Aisha
"

A winding path, from cloud to cloud and from good to bad.

"

I bounced on a cloud today.

I flew into the sky

making loops and spirals

feeling the sun beat down upon my skin.

 

I danced on a cloud today

the water stained my skin

and swallowed my ankles

but I danced anyway;

the cloud was not that cold.

 

I flew to a cloud today.

I let myself drift away

until I couldn’t feel anything at all.

so I lifted myself into the sky

and let the clouds hide me.

 

I climbed to a cloud today

I struggled

and struggled

and sweat poured off of me

but I made it

finally.

 

I sat on a cloud today

feeling the open blue around me

I took a peek over the side

and saw the destruction.

 

I remember why I’m on a cloud today.

I remember the steel pressed against my ear.

I remember the seeping red lines.

I remember the frigid world.

 

And I wonder if maybe this cloud

is made of all the tears I’ve shed.

 

I don’t know

but for now

I will bounce on a cloud

because I am finally free.

© 2011 Aisha


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I bounced on a cloud today. *cute*


"I don’t know
but for now
I will bounce on a cloud
because I am finally free."

Such a beautiful and meaningful piece of writing.


Posted 13 Years Ago


This is really good, it was a very, "light" poem at first but then it moved into something much deeper and expressive. Really good.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this piece
its a wonderful piece or writing
I especially like the lines that all start with I remember
good work :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I enjoyed this poem. Good description, I like this part "water stained my skin and swallowed my ankles". Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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