the
impatient
Sky
sat
at his
father's
table
while
nimbus
clouds
like
a child's
angry
fingers
dip
and
roll
the day
in aching
scratch grey
If I say to the sky
that line
inked
jagged
and
stark
on the horizon
is the badge
of a warrior
one
who walks
the world
tenderfooted
yet
fierce
Would the words
coalesce
the nacreous
clouds
stablilize
the fractured
aura
Offering
a five year old
reassurance
you are enough
*Nacre - Mother of Pearl
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 6
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