It always felt comforting to know
The stars always existed above you.
Even if clouds blocked their lights,
The city lights dimmed their glow,
Or they were hidden behind the
A curtain of blue sky,
The stars stayed there in the sky
Watching over us.
I remember in 8th grade
We were studying astronomy.
We watched a video with a father
Explaining to his son what the stars were.
He said something I'll never forget:
The sky is full of ghosts.
The poet in me swooned when I heard this.
I fell in love with the idea of people becoming stars
When they died, returning to the universe that created them.
Being surrounded by other stars and
watching the Earth down below.
I knew that "ghost" referred to the light
From deceased stars that had just enough power
Left to travel across space and time
To grace us with its presence.
And yet, I still look at the sky & its ghosts
And hope I'll have my own place in the sky one day.
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
