My scars are the craters on the moon,
my rage is the nova of a dying star,
and my imperfections are the countless asteroids
too small to see.

My insecurities are the miles of void between stars.
But I puncture that darkness a trillion times over.
Because the stars blink when I blink,
they gleam when I smile.

When I weep, comets streak across the night sky.
I drift on tides of gravity,
I breathe the rainbows of a nebula,
and my heart beats with each journey around the sun.

The rings of Saturn are my bracelets,
the Andromeda Galaxy my former lover,
and each black hole, a story I told.
The universe shakes with my every step--

Won't you walk with me?