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.
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.