by C Churchill
But yes, my friend
Give me your hollow girth
Full of less expectations
Than church on Sunday
Full of sinners
At His behest
A few sins from a blessing
But always once removed
Trojan warrior please
Give it your all
Because my sad self
Has realized
This life
Is full of expecting
And no one living up to it
hollow girth
I walk the line
Of sanity and the other
Knowing what is real
But never really accepting it
The more I see the pain
In my everyday
The more I retreat
Saving myself
For better days
Some say wise
Some say the other
I don’t know what to say
Amidst my minds sweet stutter
stutter
I went out into the darkness
I yelled
Not at you
Not for you
But for me
For my lungs
To shake
For my ears
To hear
For my heart
To skip a beat
I went out into the darkness
To remember
That I was not
Obsolete
alive
You can only toss and turn so much
Before the pillow knows you well
Knows all your secrets
All your tears
Your frustrations
Your fears
You can only toss and turn so much
Before the moon has your number
And you wander
From what you know
Leaving behind
Pillows soaked in regret
Pulling up your finest
Packaging it
Not in hope
Not in desperation
But in a beginning
Take it from me
It’s never too late
To start fresh
Take all those ideas
You had about life
And throw them
Out the nearest window
And while you are at it
Look out
Look up
Look at this expanse
Once you are done with the pillows
Once you are done tossing and turning
You will see
This world misses you
This sky misses you
And it is there for you
Always
When you are ready
ready for life
I sat on the edge of longing
Just long enough
To see
My reflection still
My dreams dissipate
And my hope drown
Breath was shallow
And my image clear
All I can say to the waters
So faithfully drowning me was
Thank you for holding me just under life
And as tricky as it was to find footing
I became a better swimmer
Than you ever expected
better than expected
We leave bread crumbs in the sky
And call them constellations
Building galaxies
Far and wide
Hoping
They will lead us home
But all we know for certain
In a full sky
Is something
Has changed
And this address
Travels
Because home
Travels
As sure as footing becomes lost
And our hearts do the same
The moon will still phase
The tides will always come
And energy will always stir us
To our every bone
Making magic is possible
And full moons worthy
We continue
We will be making a new sky
In every step we take
And the only magic we need to worry about
Is moving forward
Because of all the breadcrumbs I have left
I can look up any night
And see that I am still
Traveling
And finding home
traveler
It was never about the moon
It was about me finally seeing it.
awake
“The moon has saved me
More times than I can count.”
This collection is dedicated to those who have spent a night or longer sleepless and troubled.
You are not alone.
About the Author
Churchill enjoys a quiet life creating art and writing. She spends her days enjoying the natural beauty of her Michigan home. After the death of her father when she was a child, she became an avid reader. Her love of books led her to start writing. After the murder of her husband in 2006 she pursued a Bachelors in Theatre and followed with a Master’s in Education. She enjoys teaching young adults Visual Arts and Creative Writing, hoping they too will find their voice.
Books by C. Churchill
Wildflower Tea
Color Body Feels
I am a Woman not a Winston
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