a rock afloat, galaxy spinning.

a somber dance, see stars winning.

 

forever it seems, it has searched.

forever it seems, it is scorched.

 

from its womb, a valued gem.

and evenstill, a lost femme.

 

in its life, there is light.

consistent though, dim not bright.

 

torn to tear, too much to bear. 

light my flair, and give me air

 

 

--My creation of this poem comes from a struggle in my life. My pull is using poetry for therapy. I like using something I find beautiful, such as the galaxy, to make my troubles easier to annotate.--