stars or home Poetry Contest
4/10/2026
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Sometimes, I follow faded stars, not for the light they give, but for the memory of where they stood when the sky was loud and certain. I walk the silvered edges of old maps, tracing routes that lead to ghost towns and gardens overgrown with silence. There is comfort in looking through a haze; a softness that the sun forgets, the way a secret tastes when it’s been kept too long. I do not need the grand arrival; I only need the thrill of the adventure. To ‘feel’ the quiet gravity of things that are almost gone, the wonder; guiding me through the darkness, until I am just a shadow leaning against the night staring at faded stars.
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