BEYOND THE CLOUDS

I've lost count of the mornings
I've woken up with a sad face,
Spending the entire day searching
for purpose, a sense of place.

They say I'm just a cloud, a fleeting thought,
But I am the entire sky, vast and brought.
I am the thunder and lightning that rumbles deep,
A force that yearns to be felt, to shake and to keep.

My light and voice will always find a way,
To burst through the clouds, come what may.


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