I step out of the comfort of the warm lit house
Right away, I realize
The brightness of stars against the deep, dark, midnight sky
They shine, almost an oddity, in this Rhode Island Sky between Boston and New York City
Pure wild darkness, the kind that produces night terrors and harps on fear,
is what brings them to life in a light polluted world
It’s true, my conclusion
They can only exists by coexisting with the dark
Contrast in the form of a mystical, twinkling canopy so elegantly woven
What damage does such a conclusion cause to their psyche?
The darkness is a heavy burden to carry
Today I realize myself as a justice seeker
I wonder how the stars will receive recognition in the absence of dark?
I dance in their light, hope, divinity, and promise of limitless dreams
I have no fear
I free myself from the task of seeing beauty only in the contrast of darkness
Of needing to find compromise
I lift my chin to the stars in the sky
They have realized
They are unconditionally loved
Worthy of being celebrated, regaurdless of their attatchment to the dark
They are free
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