It’s Thursday! And I recently re-found some of my old poetry. It’s… A thing. I wrote a few poems in late middle school and early high school. I think they’re okay, though certainly not my best work. But, I have received a compliment or two on them.

So, I’m going to share some of them here. These were originally posted to my Mibba account years ago, so if you Google them and find them there, that’s why. (Don’t mind the not-so-great, unfinished stories there, if you go looking. I might eventually revisit a couple of them, but they’ll be better written, I think.) There are a couple of “songs” I wrote as well that will be posted here as poetry, for what are musical lyrics if not a brand of poetry? I never got music put to them, so it’s just lyrics. And keep in mind I was in a depressive child/teen state when I wrote these, so… Bear with me.

Without further ado, there is “The Night”

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The Night

The dark night wakes me up
Where others now sleep.
I quietly travel outside
To look at the stars,
All as nocturnal as I
And as distant from the world.
I sit at the base of a tree,
Face upturned as if for warmth,
And a smile spreads across my face.
This is where I belong,
Alone in the dark
With only the stars to guide me.
The night air is softer than any pillow
And the moon brighter than any lamp
The bats come out to hunt
And I watch their nightly dance.
It is my favorite thing in the world
To see my friends flying around.
I feel released as I watch them
Traveling out of view.
I push the thought of having to leave
Out of my peace-deprived mind.
My joy this night will not be ruined.
I wait in quiet bliss
For my friends to return,
My sign to return home
And wait for the night to fall again.
The sun begins to rise
And the bats return once more.
I sigh and go inside,
And, in a few minutes, open my eyes
From my night of ease of spirit
To my day of dreams and unrest.
But I take comfort in the knowledge
That night will soon fall again.