empty sky

absence of faith 

is an empty sky

what are you clinging to

a kite that is not there,

a mirage of stars that have

long since burned out

these things could never

lift you off the ground where

it’s comfortable and safe

at home with the pretty bugs

I wish you had wings of

your own

I wish you could see that the

sky leads everywhere you’re 

wanting to be

I wish you had faith in

yourself 

enough to take flight

but you remain grounded 

by so many questions

and the string in your hand

lies limp

and the starlight

well

it’s not exactly what it

seems to be

(my photo)