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2 AM
November 6, 2021
if there was a star up in the sky
for every time I cried
because of how time flies
and I can't keep up
the sky would be so bright
I'd cover up my eyes
until the sun would rise
and I'd miss out on
sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling
laying there, wondering when I'd feel
like getting out of bed
I won't.
I'll be crying until 2 am
about hollow apologies
about growing up, having dreams
but dreams are for kids who haven't faded away
because the world loved them more yesterday
every person here is feeling broken
we're all lonely
we're all bleeding from
stepping on the shards
of each other's broken hearts
but I won't let the stars up there blind me
because although the darkness is lonely
loneliness feels free
at 2 am with the stars and me
© Allison H., Vancouver, WA
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This piece was written in a fit of tears at 2 in the morning. I don't really remember why I was crying, but I needed to get some words on paper to sort out my feelings. This is what I ended up writing, full of quiet chaos and beauty. Writing is an outlet for me. When I'm upset, writing is the first thing I turn to. I also really love the stars, which is why I think I started the poem the way I did. Overall, I would say I write the best things late at night during mental breakdowns. Good art comes from dark times.