Looking At The Sky

May 2, 2012
By Anonymous

Wanting to be a better you.
Trying to cope with the one
that cannot stop this fear.
I lost the hand that held my heart with a soft touch.
A gentle spirit flies through the air and joins a cloud resembling that you are alive.
When looking at the sky hope strikes my weary bones.

The author's comments:
This poem is about a loved one that has died. Whenever the person looks up at the sky they think of the loved one that has died. Thank you so much for reading!

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