White clouds passing me
As I stand stagnant in the sky
For I have run away here
In attempt to free myself from burden
Yet the sky has deemed me ineligible
Tells me my heart is too full to fly
It tells me I must go back
Face my demons before I can be free
So with fear - I come back down to Earth
Greeted by the ghosts of oppression
Their chastising and mockery
Tempting me to run once again
- But at once -
A breeze from the clouds touches me
A sign of guidance and support
So I step towards my ghosts
Submerge myself in my old misery
- And -
Surrounded by the clouds breeze
I reach the center of turmoil untouched
I realize the breeze is my sword
My armour against the reprehensible
As if realization verbally speaks
Oppression's ghosts disappear before me
The clouds welcome me to join them once again
Yet I choose to keep my life on Earth
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