There is a universe
inside my chest
turning into a black whole
instead of being born.
It wants so badly to live
but the ruler of my cosmos
is Death
and disintegration
is the way of things here.
So instead of watching
the light show
of beautiful dreams
coming into being,
I watch the darkness play
with all the colors
of my worlds
before
it eats them alive.
A universe cries a symphony
on its way to oblivion,
and the silence grows
with the impending abyss
until all there is to do
is remember.
Every hope
is born of stillness
if you trace it back
far enough.
And wonder is borne
of The Mystery
always waiting
in the dark.
And so, I let go,
and I am not afraid.
©️ 2023, Sheya Forest
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