"Conversations with the Sky"

I climb to the rooftop, lean against the wall,

Look up, and there it is—the endless sky.

For a moment, a quiet comfort washes over me,

A reminder that some things have no limits.

"If the sky is infinite, why am I limited?"

I whisper to myself, but the silence lingers.

Then, the sky answers, soft and vast,

"I go anywhere, drift with the wind, touch the stars.

You can do anything too—just don’t fall.

And even if you do, God will catch you."

I watch the sunset paint the sky,

Blue fades to gray, to gold, to red.

Like life—some moments are bright,

Some are dark, some bleed like an open wound.

Maybe that's why I like black,

The color of depth, the color of the unknown.

Maybe if I stare long enough,

I’ll find my color, my name, my place.

I start tracing the stars,

Wondering what kind of souls are born in November.

They say they are searching for themselves—

And I realize, I am searching too.

Inside me lives a girl I do not know,

So I turn to the sky, to the stars, to God.

"At least you know me," I whisper.

And if the world judges me, let them—

For they do not know themselves either.

I close my eyes, and in the quiet, I smile.

Because there is someone who listens,

Someone who knows me at every step.

And for tonight, that is enough.