when I was young,
I was told that
once in a blue moon,
things fall into place.
the moon is blue tonight
and I am still waiting
for understanding
to land in my hands.
⠀
the clouds roll in,
casting shadows
on my face.
I can't see
the blue moon
anymore
and I know I've missed
my chance
for enlightenment.
⠀
back and forth,
I walk along
the fine line between
falling
and fading.
being feared
and living in fear.
compassion
and callousness.
⠀
and I feel blue
when the sun
breaks through
because the moon
disappears
once again.
how am I supposed to feel
like I can actually so this
if I lose sight of the one thing
that can open my eyes?
⠀
once in a blue moon,
I will find the meaning
behind the coldness
I breathe out.
I will understand
why the pieces
don't always fit together.
once in a blue moon,
I'll find my future
tucked in the spaces
between my ribcage
through to my heart.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
