By Hannah Brown, TIWP student
A child of sun and moon and stars,
Angel kisses graced her skin.
Stormy skies resided
Behind her tormented eyes.
Wishing for a shooting star
To light the hopes within.
The dreams resting on her collarbones,
Fueled by cold seeping through her fingertips.
Warmth leaving her hands
As they clutched onto icy grass.
Smoky patterns released in frigid air
Momentarily obscured her view
Of swirling galaxies above the atmosphere.
Hands dug deep in earth,
She longed for moonbeams to bring her home.
The fears carved into her skin
Cried out for love,
An emotion solely brought about
By the moon,
And the sun.
Her voice carried with the wind,
A desperate plea for flight.
Awful thoughts trickled from her lips.
Ones of loneliness and sorrow,
Needing to lessen the space
Between her and the worlds above.
Every tear a piece of her soul
Taken by the earth:
A world built on
And fake appraisals of worth.
To suffocate in dirt.
Providing for future generations.
She didn’t want to be forgotten.
She was screaming for them
To remember her.
For if she died they would separate.
A layer of lost life between
And what had always been there
Bearing witness to the insignificant things.
Songs sung to the sky,
Dances created with partners of shadow,
Feeling sacrificed to the bitter air.
All the while believing the ones who truly cared
Were remnants of the sun and moon and stars.
So she stands up again.