I Dreamed I Grew Horns

I find myself there again and again
Back to nights we thought the stars might send a feeling
Different to the ones that clawed our throats open
So close to us, we thought we’d become them
But the stars, so far, so old and wise
Would see us through the monster times
As we hid, hearts like firecrackers in our chests,
As we weeped for who we used to be
We modeled ourselves after the gods in the sky
We became what we seeked.
I still go back there, time and again
My old home with the floorboards pulled up from the hurricane
Wishing for a glimmer in time of us young and laughing
I’d tell us that it is the time to break rules
You only face juvenile incarceration
And the only real ghosts are the ones in your head
Written by Tabitha_june
Author's Note
Sometimes I think we're meant to fall into the same cycle until we break out of it. Choosing to break from what I know gradually. A 10 step program involving writing and a new philosophy :)
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