Seeing It From Above

On a plane again; alone.
Through torn openings in
Sunlit, cotton-wool clouds
I spy populated clusters;
Pockets of life, teeming
With questions, arguments,
Heartaches, that match
Even overpower, mine.
The universe presents
The bigger picture
It’s so easy to remain
Within my own parameters.
But I won’t, I will choose to see
That there will be joy again.
Some time away
It waits, for me alone.
Yes, I will love again.

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