Clouded

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Clouds have gathered overhead
as was to be expected.
Finding oneself is a hard task
for we are always growing
to be someone else
someone different.

And to do that we need to be alone
we set out on a path we say is for us alone
but it is not really true.

understanding is a luxury given to a select few
I wish I were not amongst them.

What do you say to someone who wants to break lose?
What do you do when you are the chain yourself?
Nothing.
You watch it go, fly away, to the other skies it belongs.
Hoping that maybe one day the winds will change,
and you are no longer a leaded chain.
and wish them luck and wind under their feathers.
Wishing you were the feather instead.

And then you know that time will smoothen the rough edges
and maybe ease the hurt.
But you also know that it never cures but takes away yet another part of the soul.

Memento Mori