Within The Sky

I am just as magnificent as the sky that is above my head.
My hands that are running through the blades of grass
Just as something like complete contentment is running
Through my pulsing veins. The feelings that once bled
Out no longer matter. Every one of those stained glass
Windows are just as beautiful, breathless, and stunning
Even with the rain that is always splattering against their
Window panes, but all that really matters is the blue sky.
All that matters is the fresh air to breathe in every day.
I am free once I feel the wind blowing through my hair
And I no longer have to hide once the tears that I cry
Are dried up. I am the sky and it is a place I can stay.