A Moment of Sanity

You will always be unsatisfied.  You will always be searching after the next guy, tripping over your heels for the next boy. You will pull on him and his love, like the Moon circling the Earth, trying to pull it closer to itself.  But all it can do is make our planet's waters drag across the shore.

It's not meant to be.
You will feel like you are not meant to be.

But remember that the most beautiful eclipse is not the one where you are hidden behind, blocked from the sun. It is the one where you take the spotlight away.  And if people are daring enough to look you straight in the eyes as it happens, the brilliance behind you is the last thing that they will ever see.

You have the spirit of one who laughs rather than gets angry.  You are quick to see the good in people.  You cry at stories of enduring friendship.  Your passion is not in your comfort but in others'.
You are a work of art.  You are a child of God.

Reflect and remember.  This is a moment of clarity.

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*Inspired by the 29 (surprise...) year-old guy on my tour in Thailand.

My first attempt at a prose poem, partly because I looked at my line breaks and realized that they were practically all at the ends of sentences or commas.  And Karen has told me that some poems that don't rhyme make her think that they could just be prose poems.  Which made me think about my poems and what they could (or should?) be.

The second-to last stanza is not enough show, and too much tell.  But this is also my moment to remind myself of what I need to hear, so I'm not going to mind too much.  I'm writing it for myself more than anything there.