There is a storm raging inside me.
Wind whistling in my chest.
Violent Thunder. Flash of lightning.
I can paint you a vivid picture till I’m blue in the face
Blue like my skies used to be.
It will move you, engage you
But it won’t stop the tears raining down my cheeks
Like a never ending waterfall of salty warm water.
There is no comfort there.
So don’t ask me to put pen to paper
Rather, tell me how to make it stop. I want my blue skies back.
Noloyiso is an English teacher by day and a writer of prose and other trivia by night.
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