January 17, 2013
The clouds roll in like a flood.
Slowly, Silently filling the space.
High and low they push forward
enveloping me with mist.
The sky is lowering.
I see it coming,
pressing down against my skin.
The light has dimmed.
I can't see the road ahead.
How long will the clouds hover?
How long will they press in?
I know there is still light above.
I know the skies are still blue.
I want to spread my wings and fly,
but I'm bound in my cloudy cocoon.
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