In the sky, dark and vast
I hear a dim star ask:
“Why am I alone
In a place so cold—
Is this what they call galaxy?
I want a place to call home,
But that feels like fantasy.”

Is it cold? And dark?
“Yes. All day long.”

Ah! Then why don’t you shine
Through the **** cold night?
You’re dim, not gone—
Just blurred by fright
For I know there’s more stars in sight.

If you shine your light
A second will too
Then a third, and a fourth—
And it won’t just be you.

You’re a beautiful star.
Don’t be afraid, ashamed
Or distressed, of who you are.