everything erupts inside me.
it comes out angry and
heartbroken and confused
until all the fire and light burn out.
i am no longer the girl
with thousands of brightly lit
stars attached to her body.
but the truth is i can-- we all can
move on from what broke us,
what took us from our place in the stars,
and what changed us forever.
i may not move through the stars
the same way i once did,
but i will keep moving.
the need to fight, to heal, to exist
is enough for me to find all the stars
hidden underneath all the pain and what if's.
so maybe —just maybe— the girl
with a thousand brightly lit stars
is still there somewhere ready to feel free again.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
everything erupts inside me.
it comes out angry and
heartbroken and confused
until all the fire and light burn out.
i am no longer the girl
with thousands of brightly lit
stars attached to her body.
but the truth is i can-- we all can
move on from what broke us,
what took us from our place in the stars,
and what changed us forever.
i may not move through the stars
the same way i once did,
but i will keep moving.
the need to fight, to heal, to exist
is enough for me to find all the stars
hidden underneath all the pain and what if's.
so maybe —just maybe— the girl
with a thousand brightly lit stars
is still there somewhere ready to feel free again.
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