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
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
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
My writing is getting longer which I hope means more stories are coming because I could have carried on for a while with this, I had so much imagery in my head.