I Feel It in the Air, I Feel It in the Atmosphere
When the clouds took my sadness away. A poem about unexpected coping mechanisms.
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Job 35:5 “Look at the heavens and see; And behold the clouds — they are higher than you.
I feel it in the air; I feel it in the atmosphere.
When I silently cry inside, only the heavens will hear
All of my fears, hopelessness, and despair
I seem to go on a downward spiral whenever I compare
My life to someone else's, but their journey is theirs
I know my journey is mine, but sometimes I feel left behind
Like my world is in time-lapse and I’m in slow motion
For so many years, I didn't know how to express this emotion
I woke up and skipped my morning walk in which I get my elation
After talking about relocation, I felt like I'm always in a state of waiting
That's when I started discussing with a family member about going on vacation
I don't want to have to ask to go on a trip to me that life is vacant
When I see them constantly traveling, that began my low vibration
Is this what I've been handed? Why do I feel so stranded?
When I see others going forth, I must deal with feeling abandoned
I never feel lonely, but sometimes I feel alone.
I had to immediately get out of this spiritually condemned home
I stepped out into the spring breeze and looked up at the sky
Abundant cumulus clouds made me wave my troubles goodbye
I wish I was a red kite because the wind would enable me to fly
There's a fragrance of newness. The old things in me have to die
Every time I need you, you’re right there to pour
Into me, hope and healing the breath of God enters my lungs and pores
"No one is like you" A message from Mi Amour
There is nothing in this world like a supportive woman
With her, a man can soar
I take in those fluffy formations floating and filling the air
Majestic against a deep blue hue
Through these tinted glasses, I stare
Walking on a nice day allows your vision to change
God shows you miracles because without a grey cloud above
I briefly felt a gentle rain.
I smiled and continued to walk home.
I feel you in the air.
I feel in the atmosphere.
Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV
The rain wasn't a metaphor either. There was nothing but the sun, blue sky, and fluffy clouds, so the rain was very unexpected. It was an ethereal moment that lasted no more than a minute. I think nature can be the ultimate empath and support system.
This poem is the spring sequel to my winter poem Love gives you a hug when you really need it. If you would like to see my life imitate my art I composed and made an animated short that evokes the emotion of daydreaming among the clouds. It’s called Beyond the clouds and it will give motion to this poem.