I cursed myself today
for not being good enough;
cried in silence
chiseling my self-worth;
my existence felt like a dot
on paper, small and unnoticed.
tonight i saw another dot
in the daunting sky.
darkness gripped it like
a blanket, yet it stood so bright.
my unhinged self couldn't stop
but press its emotion button
and wash my face with salty tears
but i tried not to, this time.
maybe cause this small dot
was way too beautiful, to be overlooked.
it gave me some hope, telling me that
I might shine in my life too, making past though the hazy clouds of dilemmas and decisions;
and things stood into place
that one time.
just the moon and me.
the best it can be.
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