Sitting on the sofa like every other night with the door open to let in that fresh evening breeze. I look out the window to see there's still light from the stars and the moon and some beautifully twinkling city homes.
There are silhouettes from the trees and their gently moving leaves. Shadows change but the object remains the same.
The dark skies can be unnerving, but when I keep looking I realize that the moon is still reflecting brightly.
I look around my living room and enjoy what and who is there. In a way I feel rich, never thinking I would ever live like this, never thinking I would still be living at all, so used to meaning nothing, so used to feeling small. But everything has changed and I'm counting my lucky stars. For in that big black sky there are still shining lights.
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Amy's Poems
PoetryHi there I write poems to express myself. It's about my mental health but also about mental health in general. Maybe you can recognize yourself in my words, maybe not. I just like to share. I'll keep adding Poems to this 'book', so keep an eye open...
