Week 65

I want to think about life
On other planets.
The cold empty loneliness,
The noxious gases.

I want to think about the colour
Of the sky
And about how I want it to be navy blue
And gold,
But the reality
Is that the sun
Would be too far away,
And the sky would remain black
For most of the day.

The stars don't change,
Only I change,
Transform,
And become an alien
In my own skin.
I grow scales of resilience,
Of grief long passed,
I resist and I triumph.
On other planets,
I am a monarch.

I do not want to visit home
After years asail in the sky,
Even if its only in my own mind.
But I do
And the warm winter air
Causes my skin to shine.
Time passes by,
I once again walk through this world
Of loss
One step at a time.