Thursday, October 24


Sometimes I forget
myself; I forget to look up and
see stars, and I forget the knowing voice inside
I hear only the chattering of doubt, yes, shadows
serving a purpose of sorts, we all carry
the voice of our heart colored over time
by shadows that help us hear our messages to
ourselves, like a dark night does, covering what doesn't matter
so that you can see what's important, the stars
darkness of night, blanketing the distractions of the day
showing you what will shine brightly