Grey clouds, pick me up.
It’s not safe here on the ground I think.
The sidewalk has its teeth in me;
I can't walk straight anymore.
Pictures found in frames,
Growing crooked from forgotten earth,
Show off places I could never go
If I flew across the bay.
Red sky, raise me up.
The world burns and I'm standing here.
I don't know how to be a friend;
Nothing's easy anymore.
I gather all the blame,
Hold it loose inside my weaker hand.
Without looking up to meet the eyes,
I release it to the wind.
So storm clouds, call me home.
Freeze my bones above a mountaintop.
There's a chance I'll see the other side.
Hold my atoms to the sun.
I'm not afraid to fall.
I might crash into a stranger day
When the elemental truths are bare
And the seeker has a claim.
I'm tired of my voice.
There's nothing here that's meant for me.
Blot out the sky and then we'll see.
Storm clouds, take me home.


4 Responses to “Storm Clouds Call Me Home”
Stanza four embedded in my head - your poetry is powerful and raw.
"i don't know how to be a friend."
"i'm tired of my own voice."
i think that's the scary truth for all of us. thanks for writing it down
A beautiful poem that evokes a feeling of loneliness. I especially liked the first and fourth stanzas.
I think the background is cool myself...I don't have trouble reading anything.
L
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