The night the world opened
Slightly grey sky with patches
Of lightness and tiny glimpse
Hope peaking through the clouds
As the wind pushes them along
There is a show
Views of darkness
Moments of depth
Scenes of transparency
It was like our relationship
We had fullness
Then there transparency
And clear skies which felt empty
While I shinned my very best
He shunned by creating cover
I waned and waxed
Like the moon and the tides
Ebb and flowed
Lost my rhythm
Felt the pressure of footsteps
A flag planted where it didn’t belong
And a longing for peace and quiet
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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