Night Sky

Defined by the mystery of blackness,

she can’t fill the holes emptied by others.

She wears open wounds as badges,

chewed by countless sharpened teeth.

She folds her body into broken segments,

her thoughts dissipating through marrow,

a passing shadow leaving no traces.

She strolls hand in hand with inner voice

telling her she wasn’t designed or defined

to borrow the wind or charge the air

of someone who she can never be.

Shaped by her past, she must forge

her own passage, seeking new joy

in reunion with unfolding sky of night.