Underneath your false daylight,
I'm living in this eternal night.
Watching the stars and feeling the moonlight on my skin.
I'll be with them one day without from within.
My night comforts me with his howling wind and loneliness.
There's only us.
Shaped by midnight
He teaches me to take flight
and believe in the ending of your daylight.
Through night, I'll be redeemed
with heaven-sent seraphim
in darkness, slumber, moonlight, and dreams.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
