Lillies and Ghosts

Transdimensional

Stars,

All they see and all they are,

They're stars.

You look in the mirror,

And you do not see them,

You only see a skeleton.

But let me assure you,

They're in there,

Buried among layers and layers,

Of grey matter.

You have always been a stranger,

A stranger to your skin.

But you are well known,

to the universe inside of you.

Take all that stardust,

And build a home among your flesh.

I know all those scars,

And all that hurt,

I know it all.

But the earth was made from scars,

The universe was made from one mistake,

And look at it now.

Look at how wonderfully, perfectly, broken it is.

So, astronaut,

Do not be afraid to remove your helmet,

It is not you who needs to adapt to the climate,

The climate must adapt,

To so much heart,

In such a tiny package.

The climate must adapt,

To, not who you weren't,

But to who you always were.

Shed your rocket ship,

You transdimensional traveller,

For the landscapes you have crossed,

And the skies you have slept under,

Are all a part of the journey.

There is no doubt you will have to,

Gaze upon a million more,

Dreary skies.

There is no doubt you will have to,

Fight through billions of more battles,

Before you win the war.

But, dear, when it rains,

Let the water,

Wash the paint from your exterior,

Let the thunder mimic your voice.

Yes, you may have miles and miles to go,

But, your destination isn't where you end up,

It isn't who you'll become,

But who you are,

Who you've always been.