The sky is strange
bright and unforgiving
shifting with the mood of the weather
and subjecting those below to its results.
Everything is heavy,
the dirt, the structures,
your own body,
cemented by gravity
and limited in its movements.
All you can do is wait here,
wait and pray the world will be kind today.
Pray one day you’ll have control.
Prompt: Home planet (imagine you are from another planet, stuck on earth, longing for home).
Scribbled Thoughts 