With heavy heart
and weighted dread
I saw the sinking sun
isolated in a white sky
Then flare blindingly
bearing down
as an uninvited guest
to morning’s awakening
Knots of fear
knitted into the pit
of a tangled mess
bottled up and kept
I stood on the edges
of the neighborhood
looking into a hazy view
confused in what next to do
Praying to God above
for a brighter sun
to turn the cheerless skies to blue.
Chevvy's diary 
Here’s to blue skies! 👍
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Thank you, just getting out of my head helped, I think the blue skies are on their way:-)
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……And fluffy cumulus clouds & a distant rainbow 😊
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Aw – that’s sweet! Thanks for listening and hearing. I’m not used to being fragile. Here’s to good weather 🌅🌅 ☁ 🌈
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Here’s to nothing but blue skies from now on. Hope the day brings hope and clarity. 🙂
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Thanks Joan, this poem was actually inspired by how the sky looked yesterday when I was taking one of my daughters to school. The image seemed to align well with emotions I was feeling. Yes – I believe the blue skies come and go all the time:-)
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