Inside Out
- Vickie Pleus
- Dec 27, 2025
- 1 min read

I lie, facing the sky.
Clouds move so swiftly, I feel like it’s me.
But
I
Am
Motionless.
My insides churn the decision; the clouds overstay their welcome.
I sigh, closing my eye.
Sleep envelopes me so quickly, I feel like it’s death.
But
I
Am
Timeless.
My outside seeks peace; I smile and say, “welcome.”
Life, inside out,
As I lie,
Facing the sky.



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