Outer Inner Space

Lights are out,

did my sight finally give out?

My brain is tickling me.

Far lit up dots I chase in this peculiar space.

I've always loved glittery things.

I remember I made mom a card with glitter of the color pink,

It's her favorite or I thought it was.

My face was covered with glitter,

like a shimmering star, I've always felt.

Specially when I was told my freckles

looked like Orion's belt. 

That's why I started reaching for the stars from afar.

I want to feel beautiful again,

have stars as freckles,

and hear words that make me giggle.

I swam along the black expanding abyss.

Longing to reach them. 

Floating felt good.

Finally, I don't feel the constant weight on my shoulder.

A scent I smell that takes me to summer nights.

When my grandma used to bake us cakes.

I was too consumed that I didn't realize there were birds.

Their chirping eased my heart more.

For I have woken to their voice before.

When I woke up with a heavy chest.

Beside my bedroom window. 

They had their small nest.

Their beautiful melodies never failed to soothe my raging mind.

With the sunlight creeping in from the window side.

I don't know why but this space feels like going home again

En fin,

all that feels right

in this space I find.