If The Sky Isn’t Blue

A poem

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I wish upon stars made as constellations
that you still see this world
as it is meant to be
not what it was.

That you see light in darkness
hope in the night
hold your body tight like
it can never be let go
don’t ever let yourself go.

If the sky tomorrow is no longer blue
I hope whatever color it says to be
that it stays true to its hue.

Be the destination
the journey
not the ending
of this world.

There’s too many ellipses to be drawn
to keep us going
in the right direction.

Even without a blue sky,
a compasses direction
will stay true to your heart
being the arrow
to its dial.