By Lois Dale
Stars reflect light,
guide the way,
and provide hope.
Follow a star.
Wish on a star.
Lucky star.
It was engraved that year
in the book of occurrences,
she would lose two stars
in her heavenly sky.
Two esteemed orbs
of her stellar universe.
Failing and falling,
at the same time.
No intensity of prayer or care,
could alter this outcome.
The celestial signs were there,
impossible to deny.
How would she endure
this double loss?
When dark thoughts arose,
she closed her eyes,
shook her head,
attempting to scatter, displace,
and banish them.
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“I write because I feel my thoughts are better expressed in poetry.” – the writer