She's that star, not like the others
the one that's a diamond, the one
that always shines the brightest
the Northern star, forcing its
presence on the world it looks
upon.

Black and white, shades of grey
moods alter and change, wolves of
the night, shape shifters of the
underworld, another passer by
of this unholy night where she
 retreats.

Daylight illuminates, all around
her, eyes flicker adjusting to the
light, lifting her naked body she hears
her name called out, voices under
the bed, that reside inside her
head.

She grasps tightly, the throw she has
covered herself in, steps over to the
window, as the cameras flash like
shooting stars, but this isn't a beautiful
night sky, these are vultures feeding on
her.

Disgruntled, she bows her head and
walks away, towards the bathroom
glancing in the mirror, make up still
worn, a tear drop smudged, and eyes
like a panda, green hazel blurred
reflection.

Another day dawned, another dollar
earned, another call to her phone
as Autumn falls to Winter, another
tour winds down, liberating her voice
sending her heart back home to those
loved.

Home holds her heart, family ties so
fixed, friends as family, water as thick as
blood, her values are what make her
that keep her tied to the ground, where
balloons could easily lift her into the
sky.

A fear of the unknown, who am I
without, the fans and the mayhem
endless travels and flights, jet lag and
a schedule so full, a zombie in sight, letting go
won't come easy, but there is so much more she can
be.

Time is a healer, her solitude her
retreat, the glow of the night sky
from her loft house balcony
the hum of the traffic, the smoke
of a blunt lipstick stained, there's just
her.

© Sia Jane