There are stars above me tonight
bright souls of those who have passed away
I squint- as if this would allow me a closer look
Does the body or the soul come first?
When a woman wants to conceive is her thought of it the thing that brings it to life?
What got such souls into the sky?
Which souls shine? Chosen to never die-supernova
This is a night that I will see pass into a new day
a night I won't forget to shine with the souls,
to explode and have it be beauty,
to fall and be loved
To be a simple star
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PoetryMy goal is to share what I wish I knew about trauma and healing in order to make your journey less confusing. I have to begin by telling you that there are no magic words or wisdom to make the pain of trauma disappear. There is only you and your com...
