In between clouds

Four walls and an inner echo reduce me to nothing,

And I can finally let go.

I've never been shy of the sea shore,

The salty breeze,

Or my bare feet impressing the sand and surf of the sea floor.

I've never been scared in a storm,

Never flinched or gasped as the screaming wind rattles my door,

Like a cat burglar just passing though.

I've gone through great lengths to stay in bed.

Deflected all the questions of depression,

And what's going on in my head.

The ceiling is as far away as I want it to be.

The air I breathe out can circulate the room freely,

I loved it and let it go, to see if it could return to me.

In my reality,

In my fight for clarity,

My creativity can only stare at me.

And bare with me all of the beautiful distractions

Set to hamper me.

We are all on a journey, I get it

Seems it's all a stamp on a passport.

Respect seems more about where you've stood,

And less about what you stand for.

I've been between the clouds, where nothing stands still.

And nothing lingers for long...

Except maybe your mind's will.

'Animalistic' www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/59vhqk/animalistic/

'Exciting Times' www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5a4ap8/exciting_times/