the stars up there, in the night sky,
seem so far fetched and free,
ferociously luminous, voraciously hot,
incarcerated by gravity.
all these nebulae and rotating clusters,
saunter all space wide,
they prod on nonchalantly,
under the perils to collide.
whenever you'll feel not so full of yourself,
when the light's too dim to see,
engulfed by their own situations,
the stars will give you company.
let go of your past, you'll hear them say,
don't hold on to writhing cries,
always hold your head up,
and look up at the majestic sky.
stretched across for billions of miles,
unfathomable and forlorn,
as a part of universe condenses,
a brand new star is born.
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Poems
Poetryshe captured all her falling tears, and turned them to poetry. . . . . . . this is the first time that my work is being brought up in the light. i hope you enjoy reading. love, anoynymousgirlnextdoor
