i am going to quiet my worries
and i am going to dream
of the stars again.
i am going to breathe in the
sweetness of nighttime air
i am going to gaze
at the stars once again
i am going to reach my arms up high
and stand on the tips of my toes
i am going to see the moon and the stars
through the lens of a telescope
i am going to whisper to the unknown,
"i'm here. i see you. do you see me?"
i am going to read
and let entire galaxies
come alive inside my head
i am going to find a rooftop
or soft grass to lie on
and i am going to study the stars
until the patterns are stuck
behind my eyes every time i close them
until i'm completely and utterly
breathless, so in awe that my lungs
are no longer filled with oxygen
but with s t a r d u s t.
i am going to quiet my worries
and i am going to dream
of the stars again.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
