The dark isn't even the dark anymore.
Sometimes I wonder if the stars,
the sticker stars on my childhood
bedroom walls are real ones in disguise.
When I turned the lights off
really paying attention
I saw them, the neon green lights
ones that I had forgotten
all about. Seeing them almost for
the first time, I felt at awe.
I wonder if they heard my
whispered wishes -
I wonder if those adhesive buggers
heard my prayers,
I wonder if they ponder thoughts in the air
if my thoughts ever caught up to them
like how as if being in a Christian household
that the lines between
God & stars weren't blerd.
If concept differences of the two
weren't questioned and clarified.
I wonder if they got enough light
they'd gain the same soulas their muse in the sky.
I wonder if they heard
me crying at night, if so would one of them
have voluntarily fallen off the wall
wishing itself into a tissue to wipe my tears with
over the issues of the day?
I used to wonder if being inside all day,
never being in the sky
that they had forgotten their ways &
if hearing about stars - real stars
must have been like hearing a myth;
I wonder if seeing what they were modeled after
on television is any different than listening to conversations
from our parents about their lives.
Cause stars are meant to be outside - not
stuck on the walls formatted in clumps.
I wonder if I snitched on off the walls, took it outside,
if the sky would recognize it as it's own,
taking it away from me as if it being a lost child,
reclaiming it or is that rejection why this star is a sticker
wildy out of place - like me
where prayers toe the line of being wishes.
I wonder if stars, wishing on them
was just a hidden way of saying a prayer,
if the stars are agent angels if the stars once
they gather the wishes turn into envelopes
with the translated prayers & are handed up
to God.
Last night,
they didn't shine so bright, neither did I,
but my inner child - that Disney girl at heart
left those stars, for me, to remind me of my whimsey
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