Clouds

I have risen from the ash dusting myself off to start scrubbing the nooks of my being and over time I will be clean again Like a lotus flower Blooming out of mud becoming the symbol of purity I come from the mud desire and hate searching for the truth grasping at shiny things It turns out glass can cut you Now I crane my neck as we drive past trees Staring up at the clouds as I walk I run into something and shift back into this reality This reality that we focus on so much Planning, speaking, worrying like the sky wasn’t looking down on you all this time like the cells of those plants were’t turning the sun into fuel as you sat in anger over what was said to you words spoken from the lips of another earthly being coming from a mind that has not walked your path I spent so much time wallowing in the mud not knowing the clouds were there the whole time