Grey Skies II

Poem by Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora. 13/10/2020 All rights reserved ©

The Melancholy of grey skies is something I seek after.

Desperate at times to find myself.

Desperate to remain in that blankness,

Desperate to flee bright skies. 

This grey sky is a blanket of peace to me. 

A blanket of cold and rain.

A blanket of bleakness and warmth.

An oxymoron of sorts. 

Here I stand staring at grey skies.

Craving after grey skies, 

Staring at the grey sky.  

Repeating the mantra; ‘when blue skies come, I must not run away.’

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