Stars in the night sky give me a false sense of hope
They brighten the dark and allow me to look ahead
They let me move forward confidently rather than let me walk around senseless
I am able to shake the demons in my head and wear my pain with pride
As I look up I see a million stars, and notice a gorgeous one right at the tip of my nose
It flickered until it died
Then I realized—
It's core is what kept it alive
It may have been bright, but it couldn't shine for long.
For even the most beautiful star, if weak, will never survive in the dark...
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A Poet's Dictionary
PoesíaPoetry: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
