Gravel
under my cold feet
in my head
steps into lake.
cold
can’t think
finding shells savouring
air
lake.
one shell has a drop of ocean
mocking me
misplaced
“That’s it? A drop?”
one shell has a drop of
starlight
star bright
won’t you guide me home
tonight?
starlight is beautiful.
one shell was made of glass.
my reflection stares through me.
my reflection stares through me.
he looks afraid.
he is afraid.
future is uncertain.
future is certain.
we cannot breathe.
we cannot breathe.
see stars.
see light dance through waves.
see all beauty
to turn around
and breach the surface
and walk over gravel
leads us to night sky.
Connection to Belonging:
I did not start this poem with the intention to write about the circle of courage. During the editing process, I found the poem to be a good exploration of myself and a message of hope. I know that wherever I am, I have hope and beauty. No matter how shit the moment, there are stars. I do not belong to those shit moments, nor should I ever. I’ve got someplace ahead of me to look to.
