Holes in the Sky
from a prompt to write about the starry sky
The sky is black wool
stretched tight
over the world.
Stars puncture it—
tiny holes,
I can’t stop looking through.
A constellation
is only a pattern
of things that stayed.
Most nights,
I focus on what’s missing
more than what remains.
But light pushes through.
It presses against
every place
the dark has settled.
I stand beneath
thinking of the woman
I promised myself
I would become.
Some promises
went silent.
Some
keep shining.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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