Daybreaking

A gang of indigo clouds  
        are swaggering
	       across the flamingo-pink skies this morning
distracting everyone’s gaze 
        it takes a while for the greyness of conformity to rush in 
	      and chase the hope of daybreak away
in the mire, we stand 
        sinking in acceptance of the now
	       wishing, we were those indigo clouds
moving on from normality.

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
As always, I welcome any feedback and comments that you may have.

Take It Easy

Paul