When I lie awake at night
Stars, constellations, galaxies fill my head
I think like the Mariana Trench––
Deep, and the darkest thoughts I've ever wondered sometimes.
I am a deep person.
But the galaxies and wonders fade
as soon as I attempt to share them with others
They shrivel on my tongue,
and so I say nothing.
I am seen as shallow
and silent.
These words of ours are insufficient indeed.
But there is life,
Even in the deepest of places.
If only they could see
the galaxies my mind conceals
because just like our own trenches
there is much, much more to me
Than meets the eye.
For now, however,
As the daylight grows in strength,
My galaxies fade.
I remember them no more,
except for the memory of having them.
That alone
gets me through the day
so that when I return to midnight thoughts,
I can remember why I chose to stay
again,
and again,
and again.
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These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...