The Quiet Work of Stars
The stars do their workwithout applause. No one hears themhammer lightinto the dark. They do not askwho is watching. They burn anyway. Somewhere,a traveler lifts his headfrom a lonely road.…
The Roots Beneath Me
It’s scaryThe realization that the roots,Once a support that nourished meWith hopes and dreamsTo become the best version I could possibly be. They truly anchoredThe pain of betrayal,Worthlessness,Self-destructionWithin me. The…