Regard Me Sadly

Regard Me Sadly

Laala Kashef Algahta

"People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them," Sylvia Plath, Sleep in Fog

The stars nestle deeper
into the sky, throwing
occasional light my way,
sometime-brightness,
sometime-beauty.

They are the embroidery
on the blanket of the sky,
they are its splendour.

From their fixed places,
from their warmth,
they judge me with sad hearts,
diminish themselves
as I am not worthy
of their magnificence.

The stars nestle deeper
into the sky, on the brink
of disappearing,
as I hurtle further away
from expectations.

I wish to steal the wisdom
of their hearts and step
on the sadness in their eyes
until it is flattened and gone.
I wish to gain redemption.

The stars regard me sadly,
whispering in comets
across the skies, reaching heaven
with their distress.