Apollo

A journey to finding self and acceptance.

i've packed up my things

i've said my half-hearted goodbyes

a long trip awaits me

there's no need to cry

☆ 

my bare feet have left the ground

i'm quite dizzy, all i've ever known

is now spinning aimlessly round

no wings, yet i still fly

☆ ☆

the air is much colder

such a welcoming change

seagulls are smiling, waving,

people like ants seated in airplanes

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clouds are my carpet

the moon is my throne

no walls to prison me

at last, i've found my home!

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

i'm a supernova, i know i'll die

but not without painting

the whole sky in colour

of my eyes, words, and laugh!

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Very creative formatting with the increasing number of stars. Your poem has the overall effect of building higher & higher feelings/sensations with each stanza. I wasn’t sure if this narrator was floating upwards toward heaven, but then your ending (“supernova”) suggests maybe it’s a journey to a higher plane (as described in the line below the title). Despite the uneven rhyming, it adds an interesting sound to your words, along with a somewhat rhythmic feeling. Altho stated in imaginative terms, I can feel the message as coming from deep inside the narrator, too (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Yahallo]

I've always been fascinated by the space, but at the same time terrified of it, haha. I like to imagine death as some kind of travel to the outer space.

Thanks so much for your insightful comment! X

[sette]

it is an amazing written piece of work.

[Yahallo]

Thanks so much!