Starry Night

Her eyes
reflect the ocean of stars.
Her mind
traveled with speed of light
through galaxies.

Judged by others as clueless
insecure, shy, lost
because of her imagination.
She didn’t care
they didn’t know why.
They never asked.

Hurt
by those she thought
would take care of her,
she used the only
tool she had
To escape.
Imagination.

Her soul heard her.
Understood her.
So it let her wander through galaxies.
It allowed her escape from ugliness,
from pain.
She saw more world than others
could even imagine.
Even though
she was dead inside.


mblazevic

I am just a girl that wants to write about anything and let her thoughts wonder on the paper.

2 Comments

tushitachoudhury · March 5, 2018 at 8:18 pm

Loved it

David Redpath · March 5, 2018 at 11:10 pm

Imagination salvation
. . . Great poem

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