*I wrote this poem in 2017. It was the first time I felt like I could write, really write. I felt like I could find inspiration in the life around me and tell a story. It may not be the best (or the worst) poem I will ever write, but it was the first. It is my stepping stone. I hope you enjoy!*
She dreamed of the moon,
of the stars
She dreamed of the forgotten folk,
those lost in space,
the ones too tuned out to hear
She dreamed the sun would never come
and the night would last forever
She lost those folk in the sunrise,
the ones tuned out like her
She missed them at daybreak,
like she imagined they missed her
One day, she said, I will be out there,
one of the forgotten,
floating aimlessly about
But that day will not come soon enough,
so she dreams
the moon is her friend, the stars are her aspirations
They let her dream,
dream of better days
But once again,
the sun blots her,
shields others from her
She cannot dream, only return back to Earth,
tuned out
tuned only to the night sky,
to those like her,
to those that understand,
Tuned to her beloved moon
So It Goes 