Soften The Pain Poem by Paul Reed

The clouds lie still for a moment,
Their edges blurred and mottled
And their depth unfathomable;
The telegraph wires twitch in the breeze
The birds are silent
And all seems calm;

In the pit of my stomach is fear
Not knowing of it's origin
I look at calm things
And try to absorb them with my mind;

The clouds have moved a little now
They have shapes that can never be copied
They trap the sunlight within their bodies
And hold it still
Like a babe-in-arms
Sleeping soundly with eyes tight shut;

The fear is still there, like the clouds
But has moved a little as well
The clouds have entered my head
And softened the pain.