Orcompose: A Trip to Space

Written by Annabella Garcia

“Repair requires transformation, that the pristine is less beautiful than the broken, and that the shape of us is impossible to see until its fractured.”

Here are two poems from my recent trip to space:

Distance

Stars are beautiful,

But they are hard to love.

They blaze through the depths

of your night,

but they are never meant

for yours to keep.

You and I,

we are millions of miles away

from one another.

You are engraved on the sky

while I have flourished

down here on the earth.

We are not destined

to be together.

The universe has already

agreed upon it,

and the gods will never allow

such impossibility.

But my radiant darling,

I would foolishly defy nature,

go against all odds,

For you have always been my light

And I have fallen in love with you.

Kintsugi

(A continuation to “Distance”)

You are beautiful.

The radiance of your stardust

may have seized

the wandering hearts

of other astronauts

who have voyaged

lightyears away.

Yet for me,

these golden veins,

these golden cracks,

that run wild throughout

your heavenly body,

is what sets you apart.

And maybe, it is no

“Seven Wonders of the World.”

And maybe, it cuts deep

to embrace your razor-edged fragments.

But darling, allow me

to caress them, to kiss them.

So please, do not shy

those warm, brown eyes

away from mine.

For you feel just like home

to an aimless explorer,

a feeble human being,

such as myself.

In today’s society, although we don’t notice it most of the time, we have subconsciously maneuvered our daily sayings and doings to one goal: perfection. Even pop culture and stellar, wide industries that sustain the workings of our sphere would agree that perfect is deemed to be the only thing we need. We subconsciously believe in it too much that at some points, mistakes become ineffable sins. Sins that shape our whole worth; our whole being. But we should beg to differ. Mistakes are as significant as the layers of accuracy we make in our lifetimes. Mistakes paint the raw, breathing and living creature in us who’s capable of going into different avenues of change. Aside from mistakes, the things we lack shouldn’t be the things we are ashamed of showing. The things we lack are the things that make the world spin as beautifully as it should be.

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