sometimes all that is needed is a pause in the cycle
Ever spinning celestial bodies look down on us from above
Curating our precious numbered days and sleepless nights
Life too short to waste on performing for the sake of others
Indeed, you agree with those saying ‘this event marks the end’
Pretended not to exist, like sunlight covered by the brief dark
Selene, the moon passes on. Helios is free; warmth, life returns
Eclipses, as the untrue you, must soon pass to reveal the light.
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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