Stars Slip Through My Hands

by braveandrecklessblog

the haunted hours

rendered transparent

ghost in my own life

my heart

an empty room

so still

so quiet

it hurts

salt water

tracing curves

feel of fingertips

on plastic keys

only tangible reminder

that I am made

of more than



things I value

slipping out

of my grip

hands still

lacking the agility

the strength

to catch the stars

as they slip from my sky


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


8 Comments to “Stars Slip Through My Hands”

  1. You caught some word-stars here

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