Sweet Milky Way
We are all just one tiny part of the endless universe
Sadee Bee (she/her) is ever-evolving, as living with mental illness is never a straight line, and she hopes to be a voice and advocate for those like her. She also uses art as an outlet, creating whatever comes to mind, and is heavily drawn to speculative and out-of-this-world elements. She is inspired by strange dreams, magic, and creepy vibes.
I am made of matter / of stars colliding and dispersing
beneath my skin / I am made of that delicious milky cosmos above /
One you can see if the sky is clear enough /
I am made of matter / yet much that I do / does not matter /
When I wave my hands in the air / I cannot move the stars /
Cannot caress that sweet, frightening Milky Way /
Cannot shift the wind / nor make time any less unending /
When a star falls / I cannot catch it in my star-made hands /
Oh how I wish to feel the cold burn of what was
once my home / In my dreams / where time still passes /
that giant linear cluster in the sky / unzips itself /
Bares its dark open wound / the emptiness behind it /
Shows me all our familial intimacies /
We are of matter / and of nothing /
of time beginning / of time ending / and the endless stretch
Behind the burning brightness / the mesmerizing beauty /
There is a part of us / longing to be filled /
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Gorgeous poem that really speaks to me! Last line is perfect.