Walking Through
Rain in the sky.
Gun metal clouds as heavy as heart-ache.
Hunched are the walkers
as they go somewhere out of sight.
We have to trust the way ahead,
the storm waits, it is a lure,
it gathers emotions together
leaves them bruised by the fading light.
I will travel within myself,
even in the town
where the within is nowhere to be found.
I will gather the way rain collects
in a pocket of sky
then fall upwards to greet it.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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