By Katie George
The cosmos haunt my mind like an infinity of twinkling ghosts.
My spirit is plagued by them, as their grace is so binding
It draws its captive in, a vacuum of eclectic energy.
Those stars call out, “Believe in something
Greater than yourself,” and yet I know
My soul is the one to decide.
My soul chooses like
Happens to be choice.
These stars are God’s wet tears,
I have decided, and yet I cannot tell if
The cosmic drops are the happy kind or sad.
I have just learned to thank those stars for time, as
Still when I—a living creature—blink up at them, I realize
Their burning spectral light shines even when they are dead.
I wrote this poem for a creative writing class in late 2016. Though I don’t typically write poetry, I enjoyed writing this…
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