So many gray days
Had me shrouded in fog.
I wanted to scream and shout it out,
But someone else may have heard.
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These thoughts were personal, internal -
Too dark to share,
So I kept them hidden
Where they thrived and vexed.
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You heard my suppressed moans of defeat,
And you didn't shy away.
Instead, you formed a hole in my cloud,
Letting sun shine through.
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Then, with warm rays
And cheery thoughts
Brightening my days,
I eagerly embraced my happier fate.
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And I now seek others caught
As I was, in despair,
That I may form holes in their clouds,
Shining a light on what can be a glorious day.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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