rain is the sky is the empath.
it is the cry for help & uncalm rain.
night is the sky is our skin,
its also human—
the rediscovery & the reminder
that we’re the sky too.
in the dark, anything as small
as a flashlight can mimic a star
or that is what we tell ourselves
to escape from it—
the black hole blooming into being
as bones born into body that will soon become us
similar to the mind, how it alters into
the night, ever growing.
forever it seems, we search for light
to lead us somewhere & found nothing.
when I say, the sky haunts me
don’t think mental illness
as you’ve never looked up,
felt the moonlight beat into
claws tapping your shoulder
eager to snatch you.
how the moon seems so small
despite its bigness.
a monster tip-toeing through the clouds
does anyone know its there.
as I peek through the windows
like critters through a thick bush,
the only thing I see is you
on a street corner glaring at
a flickering light pole.
love the stars & purge us
of all that is dark
of all that is except this skin
for this is the only thing
love their song & calm us
of the demons in our heads
as if we were children again
still believing the power of lullabies
how they pacify monsters underneath our bed
what we see as stars are dying light
born from supernovas.
when the star in its final act
explodes into a sudden flash,
only to become that of the black hole.
isn’t it funny, the illusion of it all?
how what we see isn’t what is real?
how what is alive to us
is disguise of something dead?
when nature becomes the metaphor,
we become the very thing we despise.
how no matter the brightness of star
eventually it’ll be as dark as night.
isn’t it sad how human it all is?
how the moon only pretends to shine
& how okay we are even knowing this?
if this is darkness
we can discover strength
this heart we call shadow
will bloom into animal
or a love we’ll name galaxy
so strong my senses, I felt the storm
clouds of dark curls & saw the luminance
of sunlit eyes & smelled the fresh aroma
of colorful fields after rainfall,
I found myself outside with you,
arms around you as moonlight
over the river.
its okay if you’re not okay,
my voice blends into the wind
love yourself & love
with all that is in you,
with all that is, including the skin
for it too is a place worth loving.
when the sun finally peeks
& discovers us in this moment, I pray
you see me
love you in all the ways you should love yourself