Even Under the Cloud Cover

Wrenching pain, hot pavement, warm tears flowing ---- Steaming ---- Not from being unloved or desires not being met Just very simple little wooden doors slammed shut --- Locking the heart --- Truth not given, oh no, that just flies away so easily Fast as a car racing on a track in a speeding minute Vultures swirl, but wait until the last second to leave --- Their feast --- They think they know it all, just how fast you're driving In the approach of only a simple sight you wanted to see --- But they are wrong --- Assumptions by others whirl in the silence unspoken Their choice to protect what they think is helpful in a way --- Wrong again --- All it takes is a little effort, the simple choice to speak, to ask, To communicate under the skies, even with the cloud cover Heidi Sands 7/19/17