i'm watching the moon make its way
around and through the smoky clouds,
shining temporarily before disappearing
behind the shadows again,
and i'm thinking to myself that right now,
i'm like the moon.
life keeps throwing these dark clouds
in my way but i am fighting my way
through and i am still luminous.
my problems are so tiny
and in the grand scheme of things, irrelevant,
and i am so, so bright.
the sky is full of clouds and i can't
see them, but i know that the stars are there
and that the universe is so big and infinite
and i am so small and
for once, i'm beginning to
think that maybe that's okay.
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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...
