Reaching For The Stars
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Stumbling through the days has proved to be problematic. Even more so than what I'm stumbling for.
The reasons why I should break free stack higher than those that keep me chained. Yet here I remain. Here I stay within the walls of dying hope and happiness. Here I struggle to trudge through with smiles and laughs for those who will never understand.
I look to the moon and stars for a message. I lose myself within their power and knowledge in which they have bestowed since the beginning of time. Grabbing star dust, I sprinkle my eyes in order to regain a lost spark that once resided among deep blue knowing. Taking moon dust, I lather my skin to regain the radiant glow of my youthful lust for life. I pray the words I long others to hear, but in the past have fallen upon deaf ears. The ears that exist here... hear all. They understand.
Falling to earth; to reality I shed a tear for the immense pleasure that remains so short lived.
~ Written for dVerse Poets Pub
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