Soon Enough
Okay, I am sooooo not a poet and should stick to stories, but my muse visited me and when they call, well, i can't stop, no matter how BAD I know it'll be. lmao. Okay, i can make this into a story and prolley will eventually, but for now, its a poem. Was supposed to be more depressed, about being stuck in a problem r sumthin, but it turned out hopeful. lmao.
Desolate.
An empty landscape.
A barren tree rests on the edge of the horizon.
Empty and desolate at first glance,
But then your gaze travels upward.

Alive.
Full of hope.
A crescent moon rests in the horizon.
Stars dot and speckle the cloudless sky.
And then you know.

Despite however bad it seems wherever you are,
It can get better,
It can get worse.
Follow the stars.
The stars of hope shine and guide you.

It will get better,
If you follow the stars.
Soon enough.
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