I once defined my emotional sky as the darkest of cloud
Allowed its tendrils to snake its way through
True to my heart’s winding deep
Steep was the choice, but it was mine to make
Forsake all I’ve that I have ever known
Grown to believe that it was all I should be

Empty

Thirsty for that which it did not know
So I made a new choice
Rejoice! Became my mantra for each sunrise
Surprised myself, my mate, my brothers
Others as I the shed the dark cumulus
Luminous is how I now define my emotional sky

National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 21 in a mood for a Rime Enchainée