Clouds Poem

By Janet Bentley

In the clouds, looking down at me,

Watching the pain below, feeling free

From the shame of being me

Up here, nothing can hurt me.

Now it's time to go back

From the cloud that saves me.

To the ugly that is me.

Until again I will feel free.

How is it that I believe

What you so willingly said to me?

Unspoken anger at what I believe to be,

A damaged little girl unable to see.

One distant day looking down at me,

I see a miracle of life;

Struggling to see the beauty;

That she was meant to be.

Love begins to breathe into me.

Is it possible I can feel worthy;

And I can finally be free?

Down below inside of me.

July 3, 2015