Turbulence

Photo by Tobias Tullius on Unsplash

The blue sky catches a glimpse of the golden ray of sunshine,
the light breeze continues to waltz with the summer air,

With both eyes closed,
a familiar face resurfaces through my turbid mind,
makes an unpleasant return, creates waves of blocked
memories and months of defenses crumbling in turbulence.

A safe place, where minds are clear,
fences are built high, and I don't have time
for blurry eyes dreading over turbid past.