The Sky Poem
by a.c.d
I looked at the sky for two minutes yesterday, thinking.
There was no window in the way to keep my thoughts from sinking
into how long it's been since I've stared at the sky, dreaming
with no windows to hide behind, the sun in my eye, freeing.
.
How often do you look at the sky?
It's always there but I never dared to try
to stare at it for long before it made me cry, blinking
tears mourning the last few years when the sun’s fire set me alight, linking
pain and sight in my mind,
locking heart and soul behind a window,
no desire to even try
to free my then-scorched guise.
.
I want to see the sky every day now.
Did I really not before? Or is this vow
a special kind of hope I've refused to have but always wanted more.
For two minutes yesterday, I learned a new way
for my heart and soul to see, so when the sun is bright the light
will only make me soar.
.
Yet I need to see the sky even when its dark and gray,
I know now that any sky is a sky worth feeling on my skin, so hear me say
that I was trapped but the sky is not,
I was stuck but then I fought
to see the sky every day, a sky I'll never turn away
again.