Poetry

A Million Miles Away

I am the night,

I whisper to you,

through scattered trees,

as loud as I do.

The light on your wall

is me as well,

waiting for you,

only time will tell.

I am the wind

that blows through your skin,

of prominent collar-bones

and skin paper-thin.

I am reflections

in mirrors so tall,

the expectations

desired by us all.

I am a snapshot

of starvation and pain,

beautifully labelled,

but just as eyes claim.

I am the numbers

you will never feel,

the size and shape

that is unreal.

I am a star

a million miles away,

untouched by souls

still to this day.