by C Churchill
   But yes, my friend
   Give me your hollow girth
   Full of less expectations
   Than church on Sunday
   Full of sinners
   At His behest
   A few sins from a blessing
   But always once removed
   Trojan warrior please
   Give it your all
   Because my sad self
   Has realized
   This life
   Is full of expecting
   And no one living up to it
    
   hollow girth
    
    
   I walk the line
   Of sanity and the other
   Knowing what is real 
   But never really accepting it
   The more I see the pain
   In my everyday
   The more I retreat
   Saving myself
   For better days
   Some say wise
   Some say the other
   I don’t know what to say
   Amidst my minds sweet stutter
    
   stutter
    
    
    
   I went out into the darkness
   I yelled
   Not at you
   Not for you
   But for me
   For my lungs
   To shake
   For my ears
   To hear
   For my heart
   To skip a beat
   I went out into the darkness
   To remember
   That I was not
   Obsolete
    
   alive
    
   You can only toss and turn so much
   Before the pillow knows you well
   Knows all your secrets
   All your tears
   Your frustrations
   Your fears
   You can only toss and turn so much
   Before the moon has your number
   And you wander
   From what you know
   Leaving behind
   Pillows soaked in regret
   Pulling up your finest
   Packaging it
   Not in hope
   Not in desperation
   But in a beginning
   Take it from me
   It’s never too late
   To start fresh
   Take all those ideas
   You had about life
   And throw them
   Out the nearest window
   And while you are at it
   Look out
   Look up
   Look at this expanse
   Once you are done with the pillows
   Once you are done tossing and turning
   You will see
   This world misses you
   This sky misses you
   And it is there for you
   Always
   When you are ready
    
   ready for life
    
    
    
    
   I sat on the edge of longing
   Just long enough
   To see
   My reflection still
   My dreams dissipate
   And my hope drown
   Breath was shallow
   And my image clear
   All I can say to the waters
   So faithfully drowning me was
   Thank you for holding me just under life
   And as tricky as it was to find footing
   I became a better swimmer
   Than you ever expected
    
   better than expected
    
    
   We leave bread crumbs in the sky
   And call them constellations
   Building galaxies
   Far and wide
   Hoping
   They will lead us home
   But all we know for certain
   In a full sky
   Is something
   Has changed
   And this address
   Travels
   Because home
   Travels
   As sure as footing becomes lost
   And our hearts do the same
   The moon will still phase
   The tides will always come
   And energy will always stir us
   To our every bone
   Making magic is possible
   And full moons worthy
   We continue
   We will be making a new sky
   In every step we take
   And the only magic we need to worry about
   Is moving forward
   Because of all the breadcrumbs I have left
   I can look up any night
   And see that I am still
   Traveling
   And finding home
    
   traveler
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
   It was never about the moon
   It was about me finally seeing it.
    
    
   awake
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
   “The moon has saved me
   More times than I can count.”
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
   This collection is dedicated to those who have spent a night or longer sleepless and troubled.
   You are not alone.
    
    
    
    
    
   About the Author
    
   Churchill enjoys a quiet life creating art and writing. She spends her days enjoying the natural beauty of her Michigan home. After the death of her father when she was a child, she became an avid reader. Her love of books led her to start writing. After the murder of her husband in 2006 she pursued a Bachelors in Theatre and followed with a Master’s in Education. She enjoys teaching young adults Visual Arts and Creative Writing, hoping they too will find their voice.
    
    
    
    
   Books by C. Churchill
    
   Wildflower Tea
   Color Body Feels
   I am a Woman not a Winston
    
    
    
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