The stars stood on standby
Each one wordlessly waiting for a sign
To move their fixed positions
And finally realign
Yet the gesture never came
And so they kept their rooted stances
Waiting in anticipation
For a word from the far expanses
Cynicism made them grow dim
And caused some to fall from the heavens
And those are the few
Who have left considerable impressions
The remainder still wait
In a state of restless apprehension
Biding their time
In the hopes of a fourth dimension
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Yes indeed…
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This is soooooo gooood!! Can you tell I really like it? 💕😉
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Thank you… I almost didn’t post it, but figured someone might like it. 😉. I’ve been writing more, just not posting much. Sometimes I just don’t feel like sharing what I write. Does that happen much to you?
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Yes, that and not writing at all. Been going through bouts of self-doubt which doesn’t help the situation 🤷🏻♀️
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Sounds just like me…. it seems to be a viscous cycle. So sorry you’re facing that right now. 🙁
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All part of the process, I suppose. I’ll get over it eventually 😉
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The fallen stars have done their damage. The day will come for the others to rejoice. Beautiful writing.
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Thanks Oneta 🙂
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I like this
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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