Reid@YWP

Late into the night,
when things don’t seem bright,
I wish upon a shooting star,
though, I am quite far-
from being a naïve child,
who believes in silly tales.
I allow myself to dream,
and let my hopes stream-

I smiled at the void 

and the void smiled back. 

I dipped my finger into it

and got lost in the darkness, 

like an ocean, ever reaching. 

Water filled my lungs instead of air.

Subtle changes, sudden rages, this is the way of the sky. 

It wakes from its sleep to viciously reap the limbs that are no longer strong; 

at other times it seems content to collapse upon the earth and cry.