Clouds
Doubt clouds my mind—
a slow, suffocating tide.
Insecurities whisper,
gnawing at the light.
What ifs claw the joy,
leave it frayed and thin.
Where has the sun fled?
Why does this shadow linger?
Come, old friend—
greet me, then go.
Do not stay for a drink,
do not sup at my table.
Pass like the weather you are.
Leave me a patch of blue,
a handful of dawn
to remember you by.
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