I wish I could have told you not to worry. That it wasn’t necessary. To trust in the moon and count the stars until you fall asleep, because on the other side there is safety and warmth. That every breath and tear and scream into a pillow was taking you one step closer to the next page. I know you didn’t think it would end, that chapter of endless hurt. That prolonged, medically sustained night. But here we are, and you, on the other side, a bright and shiny thing. 


Upwards and Outwards

I don’t know.
I just want to climb upwards and outwards
Up the side of the moon
Out past the edges where everything blurs
I’m looking for something
Cold and wet and too big
To carry in my pocket.
I’ve been asking my mother every night
For you.

Upwards and Outwards