I watched as we entered a puffy dark cloud.
Feel myself shake in spite of the strength inside.
It took forever.
But finally we made it out.
We made it out despite others that told us otherwise.
And it may just be a broken sharp thing,
They like to poke around
With their nose.
Tearing away the fragile paper hearts,
Along the way.
I turned to look back.
It was a ginormous cloud!
I’m glad we were not clouded by
The voices in our heads.
The broken parts more than the whole.
I’m glad we made it through.
~S.H.~
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