Oh, the stars, she reminds me of you.
Not meant for this planet
Her cries and silent tugging
Met with
Critique, disapproval
Girlhood hasn’t been kind to her.
She sits with the nebula.
Tell sob stories to infinite galaxies.
Holding a hand
Small, familiar.
Begging to not be alone among the lights
Tiny hand floats, too many thoughts
She sits so patient.
Loving every asteroid passing through her orbit
Some leave craters in their wake
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Author:
Salem (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written about girlhood & motherhood, based on a woman who loved the stars.
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