Stars have been called
The jewels of the sky
Beacons of the night
But I think of the stars
In an entirely different way
Stars are hopes
Each bight and burning
Sometimes shrouded
In dark clouds
The stars seem far away
Unattainable and impossible
But in reality
Are nearer and more tangible
Than the other corners of the globe.
The stars are dreams
To look up to
They lift your head
And hold your gaze
When staring into stars
You can't be looking down
At the ground
That never inspires ambition
When staring into stars,
Anything is possible
Even flying to and landing
Among the night's lanterns.
The stars have carried
My soul through trouble
Never are my problems
So big they intrude
Upon the heavens
The stars are my solace
Untouched, save by my aspirations
Limitless, innocent, and inspiring
It's to the sky
And its stars
That I look through hardship.
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Life When Living Awake
Poetry• sequel to A Book of Rhyme, Rhythm, and Time • Life goes on. "Life When Living Awake" explores joy, heartbreak, hurt, loneliness, and learning how to get back up and keep trying. It's about being loved and being hurt and healing from the hurt whil...
