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Earth to Ursa, up there so far
I’m still here breathing the earthbound air
Looking up to the north star
Wondering if you’re still up there
Are you staring out the window glass
Are we looking at the same setting sun?
As another earthbound day comes to pass?
Thinking back to when our lives had barely begun
Spent those silly summer days in the backyard
Chasing aliens painted up on the wall
Back then when the galactic war wasn’t so hard
Before you had to move in the coming fall
You took me to the planetarium
Told me about your mission to Mars
Distant places and how you wanted to see them
Back when the future felt like it was ours
I don’t remember where I was when I saw the rockets ignite
When the fuselage came to life and left me maroon
I still sit on the roof looking up on a colder winter night
Hoping to see you past the crescent moon
Earth to Ursa, is it lonely up in space?
A million miles away in some distant galaxy
Lightyears away from this human place
Or am I trapped in a terran fallacy?
I still think that I might see you when you come down
And a part of me hopes you’re thinking of a voyager twin
But then I wonder if he’s keeping you chained upon the ground
Stuck to the earth and its sullen spin
You were meant to fly in the universe, a new frontier
And so I’ll try to smile to the stars
I was meant to be earthbound, standing here
Earth to Ursa, I know you’ll go far
Earth to Ursa, there’s a galaxy to explore
Turn the engine on and leave the world so blue
Solve the great mystery and so much more
Earth to Ursa, you’ve got wonderful things to do
So in my update video, I read off this poem and gave a bit of a backstory to a project I am working on. You can find the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMTsKu_E8lQ
To make a long story short. I've been dealing with seasonal affective disorder (winter depression). And a coping mechanism has been to write poetry. And for once, I decided to write as close to home as possible, to stop self-censoring about topics and such. And as I went on, it became more and more autobiographical. And now it's... going to be an autobiography. Just... in poetry form. I don't know if this has ever been done before, but it turns out it's the best way for me to actually be able to deal with a lot of the traumatic shit I've been unable to spring forth.
Beautiful.