Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.

Unmoored

Strange stars of the North,

Do you know how this feels?

I have become untethered from myself, and I feel my hope fading and my certainty floating away. I can catch glimpses of who I was, when I knew, but nothing that holds.

As you move across our sky, do you miss the cities and fields you once presided over? Do you lose your place as the Earth shifts under you?

I know that we must all encounter our dark night of the soul. There's no use in trying to avoid it or turn it away. The Earth will turn, and shake itself free from the stars of today, no matter their hopes or wishes.

So, I will surrender. I don't know, and I won't pretend to know. This is what not-knowing feels like. I'll sit with this for a while, and observe. The light of stars is not like the light of a fire. It is further and colder, I have less power over it, but it is more constant and steady. Stay with me, be my guide, until I find the means to start a fire again.

If I could once feel to sing the song of redeeming love, will I again? Before the stars return to their same positions in our night sky?

We shall see, together.

Love,
Olea