Poetry — i am out of orbit/a stranded star
there is a hole in my life
where you once nestled
a nebula born from a dying star
debris and gas like yin and yang
coalescing into rainbows
against the dark
i couldn’t bring myself
to put a chain around a comet
dulling it’s brightness
and keeping it close to ground
if you love something
and its hurting
let it fly away
towards the sun that beckons it close
there is no healing in the black expanse of space
where galaxies of want shiver and ache
i am out of orbit
a stranded star
bereft and flailing
amongst the meteors
how much longer do i have
to help others
and let them fly away
towards something different
before someone can help me
with my wings?
