Jealous
By Ashlyn Harwell
Jealous
By Ashlyn Harwell
Sometimes
I want to scream into the sky
For it being blue
And so peaceful.
Sitting there above,
With the sun
And the clouds
weightless.
Even when it rains
It’s still beautiful
And I sit under it everyday
With weight on my back
A tightness of body,
Dragging my feet,
When the sky hangs above
Floating blue, warm, and happy