Starlight Soliloquies

Sailor

Like a sailor steering a ship across stormy seas,
I grow weary and wonder if my troubles will ease.

My mind often feels like it is  drowning
in my sorrow
and summoning my feelings from the past,
causes my brain to wish  it had a burrow.

If my mind were less loyal
to the depression it courts
perhaps it would  see the disaster its lover causes to my thoughts.

Alas, there's more!

Demons in  the minds of others  wish to summon my own,

in  the hopes of getting my smiles to be no longer known.

And,

at the end of my wars with myself,
and all those who've earned the tile of 'enemy'...

I hope every scar chooses to remain
so I can have from it all 
at least one gain.

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Have a lovely rest if your day/night 💗