Night falls
I cry until no tears are left, or so i think;
They keep coming, as hard as I’ve ever cried
or at least in 30 years.
I cry the tears of the girl
who wanted a horse with her soul.
She learned that sometimes you get nothing.
She sought refuge outside; I can’t go in until it is all out of her.
I beg the earth, help me.
I beseech velvet sky
and stars gaze down uncaring.
I sob, turn my palms to the heavens.
Give everything, promise everything
and pray to a god I don’t believe in, just in case.
I plead with god, make the pain stop.
I see myself from above, arms flung open
and I am the Pieta, grieving.
The universe never knew me,
or felt me as I know it, as I feel it.
A breeze blows to me.
Maybe that is you, Universe.
Maybe you feel pain
Maybe you wipe tears.
Perhaps there is nothingness.
I feel nothing and everything.
I am broken, more shattered than i have ever been.
My back is snapped and my neck at unnatural angles,
My face bears scars,
Yet I gaze up, still in wonder, at the stars, and a purple sky,
Still curious, how it goes on forever.
At the mercy of a Universe,
I wonder who will tell me I am only bent, not broken.