Cloud with clout
And in my darkest hours, when the air extingushes all light. Hopelessness hangs heavy, spongy and dense.
Above me it hovers, a cloud with a fierce clout. I scramble searching to strike my last match.
Unable to see what is right in front on me.I hear the mirthful tinkle of a giggling child. A purr from a serene feline.
And my senses are distracted yet aroused.
I remember to always look up.
The rain still pelts down furiously. The wind whips me with absolute vehemence.
I see the silver lining…. And my soul is renewed with inner joy once again.
* musings from a picture prompt *
Posted on Sep 19, 2018, in power poets and tagged Depression, Emotions, Family matters, guilt, In Yer Face poetry, Love, motherhood, MY WORLD, Write to create updates, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.