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

Silence

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

Comments

Rinita Sen on June 07, 2018:

You really are a talented poet. Beautiful soliloquy! Loved the phrase "cautious isolation".

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on June 05, 2018:

Like the metaphor of the night and stars as your struggle to be more connected and less alienated. I agree with your final conclusion: if not the stars, something will guide your way.