#poem 2021-10-23#writing/poetry #poem-a-day
wishing
Wishing for better days to come Wishing for brighter weeks of sun Wishing for less gloom, for less zoom, for less moon-lit nights standing alone nursing my bones. Medicine for the pain poison for the brain. Something for forgetting something for living something to stop the Wishing and start the Taking.
They say that Wishes come true Only when a star Ends its life. That death begets new life That sorrow begets unseen joy That wishing begets actual choice.
I wish the star Could see what Her life meant on her death Making my wish The stuff of flesh