Crying
The fog lifts and it is like tears fell and stuck on the bushes.
Branches lined with ice and raindrops hanging from the tips.
Emotions frozen on the ground with snow that doesn’t move.
Waiting for the sun that is trying to come out between clouds.
To make everything bright, glistening upon what may happen.
In a dream of today, to erase nightmares from the night before.
So fears lift like the fog and the bushes don’t look to be crying.
Heidi Sands
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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