Whisper Out Loud

seven.

The clouds
Have never ending
Power

In pouring their
Emotions onto
Us

Letting every
Spec of dust
Feel every
Moment of
Sadness

While the clouds of
Grey
Cry in anguish
And pain

Emoting the
Flow of energy
And strength

But we're
Constantly told
That pouring our
Hearts out
Is a sign of
Weakness;

How could one
Be weak
When they're
Mimicking
Strength of millions of
Darkened shadows

Allowing themselves
To slowly start over
And be
One with the heavens;

Angelic and clear
Of the negativity
That had once turned
Dark