NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Six

The world is loud. It stands too close.
Its breath is heavy with old sleep.
I don’t really think the world is this way
but sometimes it’s just wearing
to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly.
That part’s up to me to find:
a child, a blue sky with breezy clouds,
questions, grateful for answers.
I lean away from the sad and mean
back up from the anger and drama
not mine to fix it all – I can’t –
what can I do, remembering kindness?
Look, that cloud looks like a cat
and now it’s an umbrella floating away.

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