The night sky is such a daunting vision
Intrusive reminders of my despair
Will I always be detached like this?
Or will I finally let go of fear?
Cautious isolation is not in my control
Like how midnight is infinite
What’s the point in struggling through this?
I want assurance that I will change
But that’s unavailable for someone like me
I’m stuck in a constant loop of bitterness and depression
Stuck in survival mode instead of truly living
The stars look so close together
But in reality, they’re miles away from each other
I understand how lonely they may be
A burned out light, a dying star— a nova
That’s how I picture myself
There’s a certain beauty in that perhaps
It’s peaceful, yet numbing
Inescapable thoughts roam freely through my mind
To make a change means to struggle more
Maybe that isn’t so bad
As long as the stars guide my way
© 2018 A Lin Hunter