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