Paint It
On days
when my stars are in exile
and fears have built canopies too high
with sentinels on a false frontier
guarding the withered trees in my fort
and the greyed flowers in my garden,
what good is a sunrise?
of light that you can't reach,
for a hope that you can't ignite.
But through these darkest hours
If I could paint a Moon beside me--
to mirror the embers in my heart
and reflect the rays from my sunset
Maybe there's still life I will find,
nested atop those snags
and dispersed across these yards.
Maybe there are tints of perseverance
stained across the wilt
and roots of gratitude
buried in the dirt.
Maybe that's what I need
until I can conjure
some stars again.
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Thank you for Reading.
-- Isa ❤️
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Approbation of an Irrational Heart ( Poetry Collection)
Poetrypoetry collection#random thoughts# driving deep inside the dark abyss# penning to understand myself and others# sometimes emotions, sometimes longing, sometimes random thoughts jumping out of my reverie. Ongoing....
