Poetry Thursday

Standing among the clouds
soft whispering mist
swirling gracefully

A brisk autumn breeze
catches pieces of me

The wind becomes a hurricane
the pieces rush away

As the sun rises
the rosy colors blur
this secret world emerges

Below the clouds
the sharp uneven edges
cut into me
crimson seeps
circles surround me
the mist disappears silently
in the piercing sunlight

My pieces are distant
there are too many

lost

Broken from within

Here I finally see clearly
by the light of the day
the sun is hot unrelenting
burning my skin

I am spread too thin

Spread too Thin by Trisha Bartlett