Clear - Poem by Bragg Adocio
Life is like the sky in a sense. The only two constants being change..... And change. Cloudy days, stormy nights, blizzards, hurricane season. Take your pick.... These are mine. Clear skies only mean you've reached the eye of a storm, a glimmer of hope as it takes a breather and goes back in for another attack.
Falling stars, blitzkrieg. The sky will be clear tonight, no more stars, I have them all right here in my hands. But then the sun will come out, tomorrow. My prediction; heat wave. You just can't win can you? Perfect weather? California? Oh yea, sure, the skies are clear but the ground has terets.
It's all so clear to me, never will there be a perfect day. Not here, not in my life. Not in this dimension. But I stay anyway, hopeful. 'A brighter day will come' I tell myself, 'I just haven't proven my patience quite yet.' well, storm cloud, here I am. Take me as you see me, strike me down, watch me stand back up. The sky is so clear to me now, and my capacity for patience is greater than your capacity for rain.
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