if i changed,
would things still be the same
as they were before?
will the rainbow
finally appear after the rain?
or will the dark clouds
remain lurking above?
are things waiting to get better?
or something worse is about to approach before
my eyes open
and i am awaken
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Puisishe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
