For too long, I have been preoccupied
with fulfilling the incessant expectations of others;
yielding to the fatigue of a socially demanding
and financially draining world;
clouding my thoughts with a success driven mantra,
that fails when compared to the golden measurement of God;
suffocated by the hoards of many,
yet when I raise my voice, I am completely alone.
I’ve almost forgotten the tender touch of peace,
the subtle caress of silence,
the warm hug of an empty day.
But today I was able to pause, for just a minute or so,
and tip my chin upwards.
My bleary eyes were met with the great expanse that we call sky.
It kisses at my skin with its sunbeams;
sends its winds to lick my wounds;
comforts me within it clouds;
and reminds me that there is hope.