I was Taught to shun the mists.
It hides things
too indecent to walk
under the full light of the sun.
So I stood in the sunshine
ignoring the burning,
explaining away pain
because this is what I was taught to do.
Until I decided to be a poor student,
let mists soothe the suffering in my skin.
And instead of monsters in the mist,
I found you.
Silken mist curls around us both
cocooning us, as our fingertips linger
on beloved lips we wish to keep
from saying the word goodbye.
Though goodbye is only temporary
until we find our way through the mists again.
As I wait, caught between the misty days,
I think it is the sun who ought to be ashamed.
Kissing in the Rain – Anja Bührer
Song Choice: Take Me to Church by Hozier
This poem was created using the picture prompt given at MindLoveMisery's Menagerie: Photo Challenge #148 . It's also linked on the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens for Real Toads
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