stargazing
when i have
stripped my body
of distractions
and cleansed off
all the things
unwanted,
i feel clean and free and happy.
these are one
of the rare times
i forget the life
that strangles me.
there is barely
a moon in the sky,
just a sliver,
but the glow from the stars
around it
suffices.
i smile—
i am sure
the stars make
some of the best companions
for the moon;
they listen to her every breath
and always stay by her side,
illuminating a dark blanket of sky
when she cannot.
and then
i wonder if
i have friends like the stars,
and for once,
i cry because i am grateful,
and the night air
envelops me in a sweet
embrace;
i can feel the way
the moon loves its stars
and how its stars adore her,
and i can feel the way
the night sky drapes its arms
around me and tells me
maybe
i am going to be alright
in the end.
—lana
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A Girl Grows
Poetry❝ only the moon remembers her now. ❞ the journey of a growing girl, manifested in the words of a book. copyright all rights reserved. may have references/details to mature themes. recommended age; 13 or older. may be triggering. reader discretio...
