Blue Skies

You can always find me where the skies are blue.

Where the world feels a little lighter,

where the weight on my chest loosens its grip

just long enough for me to breathe like I used to.

I go where the quiet lives.

Where the sun breaks through the clouds

and warms the parts of me I keep hidden.

Where the wind carries my worries

a little farther than I can reach.

If I disappear,

I’m not running—

I’m just searching

for the version of myself

that doesn’t hurt so much.

So if you’re looking for me,

look where the skies open wide,

where the world feels kind,

where the color returns to my soul.

That’s where I go

when I need to remember

that I’m still capable

of something brighter

than the storms I’ve survived.