reminded me that i don’t have
to be whole to be beautiful
so broken as i am
i have remembered to shine
maybe i am not the prettiest
of all the stars
psalmed into the night
hung with the grace of the sky,
but i am a daughter of the moon;
vulnerable as a dying flower
i know i will be fierce again
just need to heal from all the broken things
in my soul—
but in the meantime i can still shine.
About the contributor: Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both in print and online. She is the author of six published chapbooks the latest of which was titled More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019), a microchap, and the novel Phoenix Tears (Cyzkmate Books, June 2018).