Tethered To My Mind

storm to weather

The earth's rain,

couldn't wash away the pain.

The warmth of the sun,

couldn't end my want to run.

The wind was special,

by carrying me away,

it was helpful.

The ground was gone,

I'd been away too long.

The blue sky was comforting,

giving me hope,

but it grew cold,

and no longer could I cope.

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~Brie Angeline