The sky is the brightest blue.
So blue I could jump right in, swallow a gulp full of air and sink under.
I would swim in the sky for hours.
Cleansing my black soul.
Dark thoughts, anger, and intrusive ideas make the beautiful, sunny day outside dreadful.
My relationship strains as I crack a sharp whip unleashing a string of words that leave welts and scars on the person I love. His once calm and patient demeanor turning cool towards me. Warning me he’s heard enough.
I long to feel the sun and not hate it’s heat.
To feel rested, under control, and listened to.
I am not present.
I watch the sky dance with the sun and beg for it’s light to return to my insides.
Setting my eyes on where the tree line meets the clouds I look for the perfect place to wade in.