for Jenny

Held down and shrouded by clouds,

Enveloping, heavy and grey, 

there are people who cannot rise.

They are deprived of any fresh air

yet they show no sign that they care

Others are born to fly 

above,

where thought is ardent and clear,

in the vastness of open blue skies

stretching for miles and miles.

You are one such my dear. 

Don’t sit and suffocate here.