Notes About The Poem
"circs" ... short for circumstances
Beyond The Cloud...
The last time I travelled by airplane,
I was twenty years old.
I was on a flight from Belfast to Liverpool.
I gained a perspective of more value than gold.
It felt so profound, so new,
A deep landing at the destination.
Though it's a long lived wise old thought,
It struck me like a revelation...
The plane was out in the bright blue sky.
The city ahead was under a cloud.
It amazed me how this bubbly white form
Could cover land with so dense a dark shroud.
Beneath the cloud felt like the look of doom,
Of gloomy, grey wet splashes.
Over the cloud, a bright blue sky,
And a serious need for sunglasses.
In that moment I thought about life,
About the times where we just want to cry -
How ever dark and dull circs feel,
The cloud would soon pass by.
When we feel weighted down with
Heavy hearts and hope seems out of sight -
A beam will shine, inspiration will come
And we will see the light.
Even the clouds can only bear so much,
Hence why we have rain -
So there's no shame in letting it out
Opening the valve to our pain.
Problems are temporary, with long effects,
But here is the "silver lining"...
If we find ourselves under a cloud,
Beyond it, the sun is shining!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
