Instagram Inspiration

It's actually never happened to me before. There I was planted on the couch watching tv and as the regularly scheduled program goes to commercial I pick up my iPhone and check my Instagram account. I'm scrolling through my feed and I see a lovely photo of clouds posted by a friend. Big billowy clouds that are crossing paths and behind them the sun trying to break through. Some might call it a moodygram?! I'm automatically inspired and start thinking words about clouds breaking and I did something I've never done, I hit "comment" and type out with my forefinger on the small iPhone keyboard a little stream of consciousness poem to my friend. I push "enter" and my comment snaps open in the comments section! I immediately think to myself "gosh I hope she doesn't think I'm a total nut?!". My friend responds pretty quickly that she thinks it's beautiful and comments on how hope is a powerful thing. I'm glad she likes it but part of me was still worried that I crossed some weird comment etiquette boundary?! Anywho, here it is and next time I think I might just keep my poem to myself!

Beckoning clouds scatter across the sky
as I await the rays of the sun
to filter through and make their way to my soul
with the hope
that they fill me with enough light
to make it through another day.

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