The sky has finally hushed,
and I saw your reflection in
a puddle,
you did not look good.
Your eyes held darkness
greater than the moonless
night;
you created a universe
within you where you
didn’t belong to.
If you’re always looking
down, how big can
you dream?
Your memories pour
into the land, then dry away
when the sun comes out;
and every time they do
you’re left empty.
If you could escape your
world where would you
be?
So Nimbus,
step into the land
let your feet set you free
step into the land
and watch the sun rise
with your head held high
facing the sky.
*** Nimbus in my poem isn’t referring to someone, or it can be if you want it to. I said once that I don’t want to be discouraged by the small things. I’m giving that state of mind when the small things discourage us the name Nimbus (as a dark rainy/snowy cloud). If any of this makes sense to you, go again and read the poem with that in mind. And maybe if you ever feel discouraged try writing for Nimbus:)
