You turned to the sky and asked what color it was.
I said the sky resonates with the beasts inside people tired of the world dragging them down. The screams that go unheard. The monsters who say that others are invalid. The cracked pillars holding up a society destined to fall apart.
But there are spots—moments—that are brighter than the rest. The stars listening to their favorite song. Little feet walking for the first time. A puppy’s yawn. They’re quieter but brighter than the rest.
And soon, they will take over.
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Robin LeeAnn 
Beautiful! Both the haunting part and the hopeful part.
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Thank you so much!
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Quite a thought-provoking write…seeing the sky in a new light.
Loved it 🙂
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Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!
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I’m looking for the bright spots in the sky and holding onto them with hope.
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Me too!
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Beautiful, love that last line. The idea that screams are colors in the sky is such a wonderful way to capture the changing sunset or sunrise.
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Thank you so much!
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A beautiful piece of prose!
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Thank you so much, friend!
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