Quite frankly a little tired
of how much stamina I
have for shifting my
paradigms—

how long I can ride
the edge
of my realm
for overwhelm—

ah, I know
how to bask in the sun!

But I am tired of
being the moon
surrounded by
so much night—

tired of pulling the tides,
hoping they’ll create
enough winds to
push the clouds

so that I
can light up
enough sky to
erase the stars. I

love the stars,
always there to help
accomplish all
the sun demands of me.

first feat. in Moist Poetry Journal