Stormy

I wore my natural out today
A woolen cloud
With silver flecks
I found myself quite nervous
As this truth
Betrays my storms...
Then evening came
Surreptitiously
With skies adorned
In heavy clouds
With silver flicks of lightning
And she was not
Ashamed...
The closer I come to
Freeing myself
The more I
Look like her.
That is, in fact
An honor
And nothing at all
To fear.