The sky inside
Hurts me sometimes.
Not today.
The outside upside
High mile of blue
Topaz shining
Won't let my inside
Downslide win.
Cerulean cool
Freezes my hot running
Tears into
Prism-drop sky reflectors
A sky that never sets
Never lets me
Down,
For blue wings
(my favorite blue)
Guide me up and out.
There, I am never lost,
But found.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.