poetry

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the sky is all i know:

the sky is the only thing thats ever stayed.
its there when the smoke chokes the horizon,
when the world burns and everything blurs
beneath a blanket of ash.
even then, the sky endures,
silent, heavy, watching.

ive seen it soft as cotton candy,
pink and orange smeared across the evening,
but even that fades too quickly,
a fleeting beauty i can never hold.

i watch the clouds,
sometimes perfect, like someone painted them there,
shapes i trace with my tired eyes
but those, too, are gone with the wind.

its the storms i love the most.
the sky, angry and dark,
roaring like it feels the weight i carry.
the rain pouring down in sheets,
washing away everything for a while.
i love the rain,
how it drowns out the world,
how it hides my tears.

but its the moon
the moon in the night sky,
silent, distant, and constant.
it whispers to me when im lost,
when i dont know what to do,
and reminds me that its always there.
even when i cant see it,
its there.

i look up when im overwhelmed,
when the weight of it all is too much,
because the sky is the only thing ive ever had.
it doesnt judge, doesnt leave,
it just is.
no matter what chaos tears through my life,
the sky remains,
and i love it for that.
for being the one thing that never changes,
when everything else falls apart.

in all my pain, and all my suffering,
the sky was the only one who stayed.
the sky is all i know,
and i love it for that.