A poem by Ryan Flett
At night
the moon
pulls at something
in your blood
like it does
the tides,
an embrace
by the heavens
that sense
the stardust
in your veins.

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At night
the moon
pulls at something
in your blood
like it does
the tides,
an embrace
by the heavens
that sense
the stardust
in your veins.
We are all so much more than our statuses,
our faces or our anxieties.
We are caring and kind,
but beyond that,
we are not always fine.
And that is okay.
We are deeper than our smiles,
our cries, and our laughs.
We are human.
Our emotions are so much more vast.
And we will be stronger.
The quietest person in the room
fights off the loudest thoughts.
Actually, scratch that,
anyone can be plagued with
mental exhaust.
The person who seems to have everything
all figured out, really,
has never felt more lost.
And that is okay.
Because we are beautiful
and we are bold.
and we are different and
have untold
futures awaiting all of us.
So we will change the world.
I have been so sick in my life
That the sun and the moon
Ceased to exist
Time was nothing
The days and
The weeks and
The months
Melted together
While I floated
And the rest of the world
Kept moving forward
Around me
Kept moving forward
Passed me
I have been so sick in my life
That the good days
Terrified me
So comfortable in my poverty
That the warmth and the love
Of other people
Made me want to kill myself
In my self-imposed exile
I observed groups of strangers
Laughing and enjoying each other
And felt the sinking feeling
Of my own impotence
I have been so sick in my life
That I've lied through my teeth
Because to get help
And admit my sickness
Would mean
Hurting my family
I am not a man
I am not a human being
I am diminished
I am dehumanized
By the sickness inside of me
I wake up every morning
Into the stench
Of reaching for something
I'll never grasp again
To float is all that I have
Sun rises over the city
Tired people in robotic motion
to survive employment
Daily excavation of already
empty voids
Filling fridges with grass fed meat
Paying mortgages that enslave them
Windows down feels like freedom
Absorbing luscious sky
Commuting in rows of all wheel drive
Ruminations of what they'll miss today
Bittersweet sunrise spectacle
Distant dreams fading
engulfed by reality
of office murmurs and fluorescent light
To do it all again tomorrow