There are days where there is nothing;
Null, void flowers, snapped at stems
And petals weeping colour so delicately,
Where a flower’s beauty cannot remind
of glitter and a moonlit night and the zest
of freedom spilling across the skin.
These are days where the future evades you,
And you are enveloped in an eclipse
That haunts the breath from your lungs and
Stifles the laughter in your throat.
Then you may cry, you may weep
And you may scream into the blackened sky,
And erase the feeling from your heart,
Releasing it into a twilight, so understanding.
But then you must do as the sunflower did,
And you must stare at the sun, and then at the flowers,
And know that brightness is beyond your curtain,
In an embrace of the cloudless blue,
Remember
That you have risen from a smothering cocoon,
You have become a beautiful butterfly once before
And you can do so again.
Emerging from a chrysalis, you can fly,
The palette of your wings,
Splattered in paint of affability,
And the dust of the mountains and the spray of the seas,
Tattooed in efflorescent glory upon your back;
Do not forget your wings.
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A Cosmic Collection - Poetry
PoetryI love to write poetry about the moon, and the stars, and the sky or the night time. This is a collection of poetry, all of which satisfy the common theme of cosmic references.
