Thursday 6 August 2020

Under the Sky


I don't know what colour the sky will be Tomorrow 
Or what places I will go to
I'd laid out my plans in the clouds
It seems,
Surprised when the wind blew them 
Away.
I don't feel whole
But enough of me is here
To sit under the sky,
Look straight ahead
And be less afraid than 
Yesterday.


C. LJ 2020.

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