Look up
we see the same moon
trapped
in a sky that is
constantly spitting out stars and
stealing away wishes
from hopeful dreamers
who dream of
hope.
I admittedly have
been a
dreamer
searching for
my own purpose
and finding
nothing.
Shoulders hunched
shrinking
until I am
nothing but a
memory
that will soon never be
remembered.
How can we turn these
scars that we
inevitably leave
into something
beautiful?