The Power of the Night Sky

The power of the sky
As I sit peacefully in my yard
enveloped by woods
Not interrupted every second
by noisy cars and honking
horns
I sit on the torn and tattered blanket that my grandmother
made me
I feel a sudden adrenaline rush
As I look up to the night sky
I begin to sigh
The moon’s bright light
seeps into my eyes
Creating a sort of blindness
That reminds me of clarity
As I look up to the sky
I remember that anything is possible
as long as you try.