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Pockets of Blue Sky

By: Abigail Handojo 2022


The weather is the worst it’s been in a while

Rain is pouring down with no signs of relent

Our umbrellas are lost, much like your smile

And I hope you know that I said what I meant


I know it seems nearly impossible right now,

But I wasn’t joking when I said it’d get better

We are going to get through this somehow

I’ll teach you how to focus in this weather


Think about all the problems you’ve outgrown

Each one even smaller than your next

Listen to me as I whisper through your phone

And rest knowing I meant every text


“You’re not alone”


We’re not in a movie, I know this isn’t Disney

I can’t be Prince Charming to your Cinderella

And I know it’s a lot to ask for you to trust me,

But I need you to stop looking for an umbrella


Let my words be the hope you prayed for

Let my verses bring you solace when you cry

Let me be your sign that there’s more

Let me be your precious pocket of blue sky


You may be too scared to cry, but so am I

Please allow yourself to let go and vent

Because, together, the best we can do is try

Even I am starting to believe what I meant


 

Published in Fresh Ink's July Issue

Original cover edited using IbisPaintX and Picsart


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