Jupiter
discontent
.
Facing Jupiter
The night is cold
Standing here for so long
My skin numb and unnecessary
Its only duty keep my heart in its cage
You are no where near to free it
The moon tells me you will soon appear
I want to believe
As is my nature
Yesterday I could conquer Jupiter
Today is a smaller day
An invisible day
My coffee should not taste the same
The silent rage begins to whisper
No longer content to be ignored
The changes I want come too slowly
Cutting my hair is within reach
But you like to swim in it
Handfuls to gentle tug
My face to yours
Frozen wind pushes me home
I have a home
The map on the wall laughs
And murmurs patience
The scissors stay in the drawer
I make tea instead
And plot to warm my heart
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Lovely! I really like how the poem moves from something huge and unreachable (Jupiter, the moon) into very intimate, domestic choices like hair, scissors, tea. That shift feels honest, like the way desire and restraint actually coexist. Some of the strongest moments for me are when you stay with the body and the objects rather than explaining the feeling. The ending especially stayed with me: choosing warmth over impulse felt earned.
Adoring this heartfelt piece as well; though at the moment, you're in anxiety, your emotions are raging.
And yes, a cup of tea, why not!
l'll send my warmest hugs for you too, by then. Be fine my dear, always. Hugs. 🤍🫂