Imperfect Star


I was held up in an ancient room

And we spent a weary afternoon
The ghosts would not part
From this tired heart
Relentless wind tore my breaths apart
A half moon with a half voice
I could not find this beacon in the sky
Words left me questioning their choice
But found no perfect star could save the night
I was conversing with ancient spirits
Some wore black and some wore blue
Settled my nerves in the heart of myself to repair this
Found my sleep in the wake of quiet angel dust
This soft reprieve for my soul…
Awoke with weakened strength
But a heart that will always know
…no perfect star could save the night
Imperfectly, I still shine…
Carrie Gilbert 2013  
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