An Ode To the Moon and Stars

You ask us to search for indescribable patterns. And I do. So I am under a clear, black sky, desperately searching. Yet I will never find the answer I am looking for. The world around me has become a dark and desolate place. Whispering secrets into the ears of non believers. Imploring us to believe that it is over. So I sit, finding hidden messages written in the sky. Clouds and sun suppressing the truth, telling me it will never be okay. I see the whips of clouds hiding the good. I see the sun rays blinding me from malevolence. I see the blue sky fighting to keep its secrets. But I see the moon and the stars. And they are clinging to me. Begging for me to have faith and listen. Hoping I won’t give up. And I know not to fight to live. Instead, fight to believe. Because my belief will not be found in the contents of a math book. So this is an ode to the moon and stars, and all that fights for me in times that my heart is empty.