By Olivia Steen I always adored looking up at stars Wish I liked math to get that far Take off in a spaceship to see things how they really are Allow myself that feeling of vulnerability Although that is what poetry does to me Witty writing of words is my specialty To get to the moon is as far an eternity as opening up the core to me An astronaut in space is to pen on paper Helplessly trying to do or say the next right thing Survival- Dependency Take in the surroundings to feel less lonely Everyone waits for an outcome to see If one makes it back from space If one can write something beautiful without leaving a blank space Poetry is supposed to hit like rockets landing on the moon And once the dust settles I hope my words leave a trace