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Messy Souls

An ocean of thoughts far above our heads.

Lazy tufts of cotton forming fiery, cozy, clouds.

Spreading out like a hazy garden in the sky.

Purple pink wildflowers in a strewn, murmured mess.

Clumsy and obese as they stumble all about.

Yet, what is it about them that pull my gaze from the ground?

For if I were honest with you, they are simply quite a mess.

Like a wild collection of forces fighting through a crowd.

Eventually they will pull away and reveal an aching heart.

A sun that must fall down and remember its own unique role.

The clouds and rays will part the way for a whole new settle sky.

Haziness has been erased to reveal a color so dreamy and deep.

A sulking nightmare or blue to bring such questions to you.

Yet, when we take a small moment and breathe in deep.

We will find a hidden light between layers of dark.

Stars played out in something so alive and true.

Something meant as a medicine for our messy souls.


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