#simple poems

Goddess, Selene,

Hear my plight;

You beauty troubles me

All through the night.

I dare venture idiocy

For what I must say,

I grow tired of envying

Your silverborn rays.

Were I admired by one,

As you are by many:

Thought of as bright as sun,

As light and not heavy,

My head on this pillow

Would feel less amiss.

Yet my heart, it does billow:

A storm quite dismissed.

I shine not at all

Even in your smile;

None for me fall;

None are beguiled.

Selene of sweet lure,

I beg not Persephone,

Hera, nor Aphrodite, nor

Hestia, nor Eris, nor Nike:

I ask this of you,

Who has seen all my nights,

Who knows my heart true,

And shared with Hecate my frights.

Give me rest now,

Refresh my poor heart,

Bring me love like sweet vows:

Someone who cares, on me impart!

your work is art.

those critics will never

Breath in the flame,

of eternal fire.

hard to say,

if there is more I desire.

because they have reminded me of my triumphs

when others did not.

they offered me solace

when others could not. 

they could have faded away

but did not,

so they have stood by my side

longer than most have.

not really resolutions, just... hopes. goals. things i feel in my bones.

happy new year 💞