Some days in my mental cycle
Which is irregular
Like a swallow’s circles
I feel cut off from my being
Like I’m watching myself exist
But feeling a kind of death
A waning of power
The only thing that gives me comfort tonight
Is the lone star
In the sometimes parting blanket of grey
It once died
Perhaps it is still living
But it shines
Despite its faded glory
We children of the stars
Radiate a light
Despite our minds
Even when depressed
We can still shine for others
& navigate them through the storm.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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