By: JLF Maikaho

Upon a dying star

You stare into the night sky
Hoping to find your place among the stars
You can’t see them
But you know they’re there

Your eyes, fixed into the darkness
beg for light

A spark of joy flickers within you
Your grieving soul eats it up
Your heart makes a wish as you look away

By the time you see it
The shooting star is long dead

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Reflections

Come with me, child
Come, you weary soul
Hold my hand, lest you drown
In the ocean of your tears

Let me lead you, to rest
Where you’d suffer no more
Where grief and pain and loss
Shall heal your wounded trust

Do not be afraid, darling
Life has found you
You’ve been killed and buried
And yet here you are, still breathing

Come. Child, do not doubt
What you see is more than a reflection
Mirrors and calm oceans
Are not as different as they might seem

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JLF Maikaho is a nocturnal empath whose life revolves around writing, mysticism, rain, Aljazeera and dogs; with regular bouts of ennui. Her works explore diverse themes and have appeared or are forthcoming in Caritas Newspaper, Trouvaille Review and Poetry Pacific. She writes from Gombe, Nigeria.