The Reality of the Stars

There are moments when we are transfixed

Pulled into a memory as if stolen from the present

The way we feel when we gaze up at an evening star

Mesmerized, awed, momentarily hopeful, and then…

Fettered back down to the heaviness of the present

Where the air is weighted, where life has broken our spirits

And that star, once so hopeful, seems chillingly far away

Wistfully shining, mockingly out of reach.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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