You cry over the things
you deem insubstantial.
You break from gentle winds,
and you evaporate from electric heaters.
But that does not make you weak.
Stardust sting eyes because they touch beneath eyelids
in a way that supernovas can't.
Don't let it weigh you down,
but let it lift you up to the heavens
where you truly belong.
Let the tears leave with the pain,
and you'll come out strong.
Then you can reach the skies you own--
your home.