Supernova
…
There was no time
to be
me today…
Not enough
light years…
Only the pretense
of brightness …
Empty light
touching Earth…
Only mass
Spinning…
Pulled into every orbit
Except my own.
Reaching…
To feel gravity…
Finding only
the vacuum
of others’ space.
Gathering debris
as I spin
into unfamiliar circles…
Searching for control
among the chaos…
Losing myself
to the tightening walls
of my universe..
Faster and faster
Until the brilliant end…
Sucked into my black hole.
…
This poem is from the chapbook Just something she said… by Diane Smith (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/just-something-she-said-by-diane-smith/
Diane Smith is an aspiring poet and writer from Cape May, New Jersey. She has enjoyed a successful career as a technical writer and editor, but her true passion is creative writing. She has been writing poetry and short stories since she learned to hold a pencil. Just something she said… is a collection of free-verse poetry based on a woman’s thoughts and observations about beginnings, endings, love, and loss. Diane lives with her husband and daughter, and a feisty cat. She frequently escapes her day job to take long walks and embrace the nearby beach and local wildlife, which have served as creative inspiration for years.
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