I looked out the window
Truly watching the world
Wanting to feel my place
And seeking solace
Out there past my line in the sand
We’re the stars
Objects floating and twinkling
Oh how beautiful the moment was
Albeit fleeting
I knew right there and then
This sky was for me
And the stars truly existed
No longer a character in the fairy tales
The stars stared at me
Daring me to ignore them
Which no one in their presence should
As they are powerful and see it all
As they shine brightly with great gleam
But often obfuscated by crazy spades
Here, though
Here
They shone brightly for me
And proved they were real
Time to let all that pain go
And wish upon a real star in the sky
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
I agree that stars and clear nights that should accompany them are magical and make wishes come true!
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Beautiful poem Mimi, I love it!!!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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That was absolutely beautiful. There is so much poetry out there when it comes to the stars and the night sky, it can often be underwhelming. But reading this? It really filled me with that sense of majesty and awe for the stars, it was also very calming. Great work here!
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Oh Wow. Thank you so much for the very kind note. Made my day 🙂
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