#napowimo

[itsdarkinsideher-blog]

I accomplished it all! Today I climbed a mountain. It was big and tall.  I got to the top,  screamed to the world, "Nothing will make me stop!" Then with a tired sigh, I put my head on my pillow, And sleep in the blink of an eye I'm glad I made my bed today

It’s Dark Inside Her, April 1, 2018

[her-phantasmagoria]

Ground Control (#5)

There are a thousand pitching lights, fading in and out

as your fingers reach from the ground upward, ever reaching out for

hope that one day you can feel them-

stars, not burning, but mellow.

Your palms will cup a strata straight from the fathomless

airless depths of light-years away,

holding them as if they were fireflies,

your hands a mere glass to contain them-

remind yourself to let them free before they die out.

There are a hundred thousand ways to breathe,

different days, same places rotating a path as old as time,

and each breath contains more difference than snowflakes because

atoms are supposed to be the same but each one has a different story.

Like you, like me.

This world doesn't seem so lonely if you breathe between your hands,

holding stars in your dreams. 

Don't forget to reach

upward

outward

when you need to. 

[carpentersome]

Wayfarer

O wayfarer come and sit by me, sit and sing of countries lying under stranger suns and accented moons, sing your songs of high kings come to scepter by the bloodied glint of your own grey-clad blade and native guile, sing of all the women of blistered hearts who tried to lead you by the most dimly-lit way; and when you’ve sung your fill sit just a moment longer so that your voice finds home in me as well as songs.