It’s Too Humid and You Can’t Even See the Stars
Just a reminder that some nights
just aren’t beautiful.
The air turns to boulders
settling at the bottom of your lungs.
The ground you walk on grows uneven
impossible to safely traverse
in danger of dark.
Cloud cover blocks
those little spots of hope,
weak as they may be from so far.
Simply seeing them can be enough
to drag us through
whatever storm ravages our heart,
making the stars the hardest to lose.
There’s no escaping those nights,
life’s cruel counter-balance to fortune,
but sometimes we need them.
Another night
all the elements will paint
serenity into our minds.
The occasional disorder is instead
an invitation for self-reflection
to find the beauty within ourselves
the world cannot give.
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Those first four lines! Great hook.
The air turns to boulders…. great language all through this piece! Kudos! I aspire to be able to do this in my writing….
For sure it takes all the elements to paint serenity.
Ah . . . we all need those “little spots of hope.” Nicely done!
I agree with Bernard. Your hook is amazing. I also really like the lines….
“Simply seeing them can be enough
to drag us through
whatever storm ravages our heart”
Thank you all so much for the comments!
Also, I want to give a shout out to my mom. Last night, she spoke the title I used here.
Been there in recent weeks, brother.
Felt and heard.
Great poem!