Clouds hang
in scalloped rows
a dark grey valance
on heaven’s window.
I crawl beneath,
in shame and fear,
hoping for rain
to hide my tears.
To wash away
the pain and guilt
perhaps wear down
the walls I’ve built.
Indeed I ache
for darker skies
to hide myself,
from my life’s lies.
Yet I know behind
the darkest clouds
the sun still shines
strong and proud.
And so shall I
In time, I guess.
If I let go,
If I say yes.

M. Zane McClellan

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